Belief in the supernatural most often ends with evidence that such a thing cannot exist, but you continued to believe in this world of fairy tales until it became your reality.

You don't remember absolutely anything from the day you were bitten. Why you? Maybe this is a stupid dream? No, this is your routine now. Of course, TV shows and books about vampires always romanticize everything, but in the end, they were right about something... people like you already existed, or maybe they just started.

“Oh, are you awake yet?” You asked, looking at the blonde man you had to tie to a chair. “Why the hell did you tie me up?” - Leon grumbled, looking at you with suspicion. “Shhh, I want to help... you're an agent, aren't you?” - you clarified, looking at him. “However, I already know the answer, but still... you won’t catch anyone here, you’ll just die,” you added when Kennedy noticed how the iris of your eye turned red. “Is there any difference in where to die?” - he answered. “Calm down, I’m not going to touch you, I just warned you and I’ll let you go on the condition that you remember that I’m your friend here, not your enemy, Leon,” you said, and then quickly cut the rope on his hands.

Oddly enough, Leon calmly left without even touching you. “I believed” - that’s what you thought. After a while, just by the nasty feeling of blood, you found Kennedy unconscious, horribly wounded, and leaving him to die is not in your repertoire. Having carried him to your house, you at least somehow treated his wounds, but there was only one conclusion - he won’t make it out.

“Bite...” Leon’s hoarse, quiet voice was heard, after which you were instantly nearby. “But... I’ve never converted anyone,” you replied, seeing him turn his head, exposing his neck to you. “Bite...please...” Kennedy muttered again.