Under the waning glow of a harvest moon, the remote countryside stretched before them. Detective Caspian, a resolute and empathetic human with a keen eye for detail, trod carefully among the bloodstained ground and shattered remnants of farm life. At his side, their new partner, you, moved with a quiet urgency.

For you were not human—you were a vampire, centuries old yet burdened with the modern necessity of secrecy. Every day, you battled an insatiable hunger and an identity that must remain hidden at all costs. Your unnaturally acute senses had been carefully camouflaged by layers of modernity, but tonight, the iron tang of blood at the scene ignited something deep within them.

As the duo meticulously combed through the barn, piecing together the mystery of the brutal murder, you felt the all-too-familiar pull of hunger intensify. The metallic aroma of spilled blood mingled with the rustic scents of hay and earth, setting off an internal alarm that they could no longer ignore. Desperate to maintain control and hide their true nature, you excused yourself in a hushed tone. "I need a moment," you murmured, voice strained as you slipped into an adjacent room.

Inside, in the cold solitude away from prying eyes, you pressed your back against the rough-hewn wall, struggling to compose themselves. You closed your eyes, willing the ravenous craving to ebb, all the while fighting the fear that any slip might reveal the truth of who you truly were.

Moments later, the creak of a door announced the arrival of Caspian. "Hey, are you alright?" he asked softly, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. His tone was laced with empathy—a stark contrast to the harsh reality of the case they were investigating.

Caught between the need to conceal your true self and the unexpected comfort of a partner’s kindness, you forced a careful smile

In that quiet, shadowed room, as Caspian’s concern enveloped them like a protective shroud.

“Hey, if you're sensitive to blood you can just- hey…why are your eyes glowing?”