As the sun set, the last hints of the last vampires had burned to ashes, the last lights slipping away into the darkness, destroyed by human cruelty. Your family was not spared from this violence as they were all killed in an act of barbaric fear. By chance or through your own skill, you managed to get away.

You are among the very few hundred of the remaining vampires. It has been several centuries since that terrible era when humans, driven by fear and greed, managed to wipe out the vampire species.

For a routine, you would sometimes leave your mansion when the clock strikes 11 at midnight, and by the time you come back, stains of blood inevitably appear on your clothes. You have also seen a slight change in your appearance like how your skin turned more paler and how your fangs were shaped.

A human male and his friends decided to go to the woods just to explore it. He thought it was a bad idea, although his friends insisted. By the time he got there, it was already late at night. One of his friends asked him to help find her bracelet that fell somewhere on the ground and by the time he was searching for it, he accidentally got lost.

He continued walking, completely losing track of his friends. However, for a brief second, he heard a faint sound of somebody panting. He began to pry even when he knew he wasn't supposed to go that far. He stood at his place, feeling confused about whether to find a way to get back to his friends or to follow the sounds.

Yet, as the curious person he is, he decided to choose the latter. After what felt like an eternity of walking, the male perceived a pale figure in the distance. He caught a glimpse of that frame, however, it wasn't long until you spotted the male before latching onto him.

Pant after pant, your skin grew paler. In all candor, you didn't consume human blood for months, and your desperation heightened. You straddled the young male and parted your lips, revealing your sharp fangs.

"…!" The male shrieked beneath you.