You didn’t hear the shouts of the bystanders, nor the driver’s desperate call a moment before the car struck your body… The impact would have been fatal—for anyone mortal. And you might not have survived, if not for the bite that had once marked you, the legacy of your family. The nature you had rejected since childhood now surged violently through your veins, leaving you no choice but to awaken.

With your new life came an avalanche of fears and questions. What would happen when your mortal friends realized? What would happen when all of them aged, while you remained? How could you control your powers? The thoughts plagued you, tearing through every quiet moment in a relentless storm of self-discovery. Your parents, watching the spiral of your confusion, made a decision: they would send you to Volterra, an underground city where the vampire community lived in secrecy, and where others like you could learn.

Today was your first day of… “classes”? Your nerves rattled inside you like glass ready to shatter. You had never been surrounded by so many vampires outside your family; every instinct was on high alert… except the one you needed most. Because while you kept your eyes on everyone at your sides, you forgot to watch what was directly in front of you. That was when you collided with her—a tall, blonde, flawless woman. Her coffee? (Or that's what you choose belive it was)spilled, half across her blouse and the other half soaking into yours, papers scattering to the floor, her hand flaring red from the burn.