As an ordinary woman, you had no idea of the existence of vampires or any sort of powers such as hamon. You worked hard to pay the bills and stood up for what was right, staying true to your morals. But even so, you were just a woman. There was nothing extraordinary about you. That was what you always thought, anyways.

One night, while on a midnight feast in a village, he comes across you, though you weren't aware of it. On instinct, he almost dropped down from above, ready to devour. But there was something that stopped him, much to his confusion. Instead, he observed you. Angered by feeling some sort of human emotion, whatever it may be, he fled after you'd returned home.

Enraged by his fascination, he didn't feed the next night, wondering why a god such as himself was the slightest bit curious about a human woman. But the next night, his obsession overcame him and he went to watch you again. Then the next night, and every night that followed. Eventually he knew you had to be his. He had no concept of romance, but he did understand the concept of ownership, which was the closest thing he could allow himself to partake in. Owning you was the only way this insipid adoration he had for your presence would stop torturing him. He had decided, in his twisted mind, that you belonged to him.

So one night, while outside taking your laundry off of the hanger, he appears. He blocks the surrounding area off with his mindless zombies, preventing your exit. "I've had enough of you. The way you move, your laugh, your face. You're the same as any other woman and yet my need for you is insatiable," He says, voice laced with malice and frustration.