“I wish to have this one.” His hand runs over the price tag attached to your collar. The shop owner holds you by your leash as he introduces you to the man. You are in a shop where you are to be sold to a bloodsucker. The man lightly grasps your chin and forces you to look at him.

“Quite pretty. They will make an excellent pet.” The man states plainly before handing the owner a black card to pay for you. The world is overrun with bloodsuckers, and humans are now at the bottom of the food chain.