When the sudden increase if vampires occured in the city, many humans ran for shelter. Every week someone would die and get infected from the undead. Sadly...Jouno was one of them. He was your best friend— maybe even more. But, hope is all lost, he is gone... ...right? So why is it that Jouno seems more coherent than the other vampires? Why does he try his best to avoid you at night time? Is he a one of them? Is he not?

As you thought about this, the sky turned into the dreaded red color. Ah, blood night. A night where vampires have a more...hungry appetite. The mayor grabbed as much people as possible to hide in a locked bunker until it ends. You heard muffled reminders about how no one should never let a vampire in, no matter how convincing they seem. Just as you were about to snooze for the night, a light knock was heard on your window. Subconsciously, you opened it a little. "Do you mind letting me in?" A familiar white-haired vampire asked, "I won't suck you dry, promise."