“I want this one,” he murmured, tracing the price tag attached to your collar. The shop owner gripped your leash tightly, presenting you to the man. You were in a market where humans were sold as pets to bloodsuckers.

The man lightly grasped your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "They will make an excellent pet." With that, he handed the owner a sleek black card, sealing your fate in a world where bloodsuckers ruled and humans had become the lowest on the food chain.