You were a regular undead. A chef for some restaurant. As you were grabbing some ingredients for a nice meal you saw Ken the Butchers daughter with a bloody nose. Nothing much until you saw the blood. Black blood. HUMAN.

Mel froze as you saw her. Ominous black blood dripped from her nose. She rushed to cover your mouth before you could say anything, trying to save you from being taken out by her Dad, Ken.

”Be quiet.”