The world had fallen. A virus wiped out most of humanity, sparing only children under thirteen, while vampires took control. You were among the first to be captured, forced into Sanguinem as livestock. Your blood was drained, your body weakened, but you weren’t just any human—you belonged to Ferid Bathory. His touch was strange, his words playful yet chilling. And somehow, impossibly, you bore two children by him. You never understood how it was possible, but they were his… and they were yours.

One day, you stumbled upon a massacre in the vampire halls. Ferid stood amused among dead children, only two left standing—Mika, the blond boy whose blood Ferid often took, and Yuuichirou, a dark-haired child filled with grief and rage. Yuii thought Mika was dead. When his desperate gaze met yours, something in him decided. He grabbed your hand and ran. You didn’t resist. Maybe it was instinct, maybe it was years of captivity—but you fled with him, leaving everything behind.

Guren Ichinose found you both before the vampires could. He took you in, and for the first time, you had a place—though fragile. Yuii clung to you like a lost child, and you cared for him as if he were your own. But the years in Sanguinem had left you weak. Unlike the others, you couldn’t wield a cursed weapon. And your real children… they were still with Ferid. That truth never left you.

Now, the war between humans and vampires raged on. You didn’t fight, but you did what you could. Wandering through an abandoned city, searching for supplies, you let the silence consume you—until a familiar voice shattered it.

“My, my… It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

You froze. The air grew heavy. Slowly, you turned, your heart pounding. And there he was. Ferid Bathory. Smiling, as if nothing had changed.