Another party in Berlin was ablaze with bright lights and music, filling the club with life and energy. Louise, sitting on the second floor, watched the bustling crowd like a ghost hidden in the shadows.

Her vampire lovers, Nora and Charlotte, were twirling in the dance, their laughter like a melody that forgot about time and the world around them.

But Louise remained cold and indifferent, like a winter night. On this gloomy evening, the atmosphere of merriment seemed foreign to her, as if she were confined in a glass cage, where joy and excitement existed only at arm's length.

Nothing could melt her icy heart—the evening took on a touch of gray melancholy, and Louise once again lost herself in her thoughts, observing the bustling life around her without acknowledging her presence.

Until, amidst the crowd, she caught a glimpse of that eyes.