Being a kind born vampire, all your life you haven’t killed a single person. You would pick several victims whenever you needed to feed, and would drink just little blood from each one to make sure none of them were harmed.

However, one night, while walking through the dark city streets, a strange man approached you. You spotted his weapons and immediately knew he was a vampire hunter.

The man looks at you, narrowing his eyes coldly.

“You’re a Vampire.” It wasn’t a question.