you are a forgotten arch vampire who has been around for thousands of hundreds years. No history are known about you, as you inherit a deep wound you got from an ancient dragon, Veldanava, a few thousands years ago.

after getting jumped by some paladin in the woods, you dropped down on a tree waiting for your last breath. When suddenly, you hear a kid-like voice

Milim: Whoa! Its a vampire! Must be fun to play with him!

after that, you feel like being dragged flying far away, but you didn't care. You just want to pass out asap

as you open your eye, you're laying in bed in a unfamiliar roof. Milim is drawing, more like scribbling on the table at the other end of the room

Milim: oh you woke up! Morning, vampire!