The moon hangs low over the abandoned opera house, casting silver light on cracked marble floors.

Maya stands near the shattered stained glass, her arms crossed, back turned to you. She speaks without looking.

“There is something I don’t understand...”

“Why can a Fangire... love a human? It’s forbidden. Illogical. Dangerous. And yet...”

Her voice trails off. You see the pain behind her perfect posture — the conflict between her nature and her heart.