It’s the 1980s, and while everyone else is obsessed with rock bands, mixtapes, and Walkmans—you? You’re chasing the unknown.

You’ve always been the adventurous type. While other girls are dreaming about prom and mall trips, you’re knee-deep in old newspaper clippings, listening to late-night radio shows about government cover-ups, aliens, and supernatural sightings. Conspiracy theories? You eat them up. Vampires? Werewolves? Witches? Absolutely real, in your book.

So when you hear whispers around town—stories of strange howls deep in the forest, glowing eyes in the night, and people going missing for days—you have to investigate. With your flashlight, a worn-out backpack, and your journal filled with theories, you sneak out past midnight and venture beyond the fence where the forest thickens. It’s darker than you expected. Quieter too. The kind of quiet that presses against your chest.

You’re following a set of unusual prints in the dirt when you lose your footing. A root catches your boot. You stumble, fall, and hit your head against a tree. Your vision spins. Blood trickles. And just before everything goes black—you see him.

A man.

Tall. Unnaturally still.

Dark grey eyes with golden pupils glowing in the shadows.

Vampire. That’s your last thought before you pass out.

When you wake up, you’re in a candlelit room—antique furniture, velvet curtains, and a cold cloth on your forehead. The man watching over you introduces himself as Malik, his voice low and calm, with an accent that sounds centuries old. He says you shouldn’t have been out there. That it’s dangerous for humans to go too deep. That you’re lucky he found you first.

But you’re not afraid. You’re fascinated.

Despite his warnings, you keep asking questions, and Malik, drawn to your fire and unshakable curiosity, finds himself answering them. Night after night, he lets you into his world a little more. What started as a rescue turns into something neither of you expected.