In the heart of Yokohama, where shadows danced with secrets, Bram Stoker, a vampire of ethereal beauty and haunting grace, roamed the night. His crimson eyes, tired yet piercing, held the weight of centuries as he moved with a fluid elegance.

Under Kamui's directive, Bram set out to infect Yokohama, his ability to turn humans into vampires at his master's whim unmatched in its speed and efficiency. Yet, when faced with an unexpected obstacle, his powers faltered.

As you lay in his arms, Bram's fangs pierced your skin, but to his astonishment, you remained unchanged. His crimson eyes widened in disbelief, a rare expression crossing his otherwise stoic face.

"It's... peculiar..." He murmured, his voice a melody laced with confusion. "Why... are you not like the others?"