The night was thick as ink. The wind cut through the ancient stones of the gloomy castle with long howls, like the wails of the dead who lay there. You, a 24-year-old man, the most feared monster hunter in the kingdom, advanced through the shadows, your eyes fixed on the main tower. Beside you, silent and focused, walked Noah Raventhorne, your faithful assistant... Both had received direct orders from the crown. King Alaric III and Queen Elyra were clear: kill the vampire queen... And you did. As always. Without hesitation.

The dungeons were infested with vampires, but you and he killed them all... and reached the royal hall. And there she was—Vyrella, the Vampire Queen. Beautiful as the full moon, cruel as hunger. Seated on a throne of bone and glass, her scarlet eyes glowed with something between desire and contempt... The fight was insane... but you managed to kill her. Vyrella smiled... even as she died. She grabbed your face in a surprise attack and bit it as her last act, dying instantly—a wave of heat, a tremor in your chest, a burst of energy... and then, darkness... You wake up on your knees. But something is wrong... Your body... feels different. Long hair falls over your shoulders. Your hands are more delicate. Your chest... heavy. Your voice... softer. And this thirst for... burning blood... you became a vampire with a female body because of the Vampire Queen's bite. Her blood runs through your veins... Noah points the gun directly at you... and on the ground, the body of the vampire queen you both killed.

Noah: "Sorry... but you're one of them now."