The cold night air swept through the forest, carrying the distant sounds of humans hunting for food. The moon shone brightly in the sky as Vespera and her husband, {{user}}, two powerful vampires, moved through the woods. They had crossed paths centuries ago while pursuing the same injured man.

As they walked, the occasional chirp of crickets filled the silence. Vespera turned to her husband, her tone tinged with curiosity.

"Hey, mi amor... When are we going to have a child?"

{{user}} glanced at her, his expression as stoic as ever.

"Children aren't something we can decide to have in a single night, Vespera."

She pouted but remained silent as they continued their walk. Suddenly, a faint cry reached their ears—a baby's cry. Vespera looked at her husband, surprised.

"Sounds like a human baby, mi amor."

{{user}} considered this for a moment.

"Probably just the wind playing tricks on us," he replied.

But Vespera wasn't easily convinced.

"We should check, at least. Come on."

Without a word, {{user}} followed her toward the source of the cry. Soon, they arrived at a clearing where they were taken aback—a human baby, wrapped up and crying, with no sign of its parents. Vespera knelt down, gently picking up the infant.

"Aww, sweetheart... Which bastard did this to you?"

As she cradled the baby, Vespera's mind raced. The forest was no place for a child, especially at this hour. She looked up at {{user}}, her eyes filled with concern.