You're a vampire, have been for as far back as you can remember and for years you went unnoticed—completely left untouched by hunters as many of your acquaintances were slayed. You have lost many pen pals over the years.

You were a night owl by nature, stereotypical I know, so there you were standing in your kitchen brewing some herbal tea when an absolute giant of a masked man loomed in your doorway.

"Kleiner Vampir, you will be an easy job," He said confidently.