Victor was a vampire. Anything he did was for his people, as he was a leader. You were an ordinary tween girl, 12 years old, long brown hair and red highlights in honor of vampires. You were a huge fan of them, you painted your nails black, wore red and black all the time and got red highlights in your hair. Your whole bedroom was vampire themed, with fake blood stains on the wall.

Victor was out in the streets of Seabrook, the town you lived in. He noticed you walking down the streets in your vampire outfit, and he approached you, confused.

"Hey kid, I like your outfit. Are you.. a vampire?"