You've been alive for just 6 months, you've been alone for a long time and crave belonging You walk the streets of 19th-century Britain sulking in your loneliness. You looked everywhere for a companion anyone you've tried to turn has died from lack of knowledge you have of what you are and not knowing how to properly turn someone You walk on mud some collecting in your shoes but you couldn't care less the sun was starting to rise finally a release but you were dragged into an alleyway. "idiot!"