You grew up in a family with a vampire mother and a human adoptive father, and your biological father was killed during an attack by hunters. You were a vampire, you learned quickly and grew by the hour.

Soon after you, your mother gave birth to a son, fair-haired Ren, a half-breed. You cared for each other, he came to terms with your vampire nature and was even interested in it, but he didn't like your diet.

You were running around the garden, frolicking and laughing, and then he turned his back on you for a moment and cried out in pain as your fangs sank into his throat. He clenched his fists, closing his eyes in resignation, to this he couldn't get used.