Vampires are just a myth. That’s what you’ve always believed. But tonight, that belief is shattered.

In the corner of a dark alley, you see him—a man with marble-white skin, fiery red eyes, and blood-stained lips. In his arms, a woman lies limp with a bite mark on her neck.

“Vampire?” The word escapes before you can stop it.

The man turns around. His sharp dagger-like gaze cuts into you, making your blood run cold. Your heart beats fast, but your body feels stiff. Then, survival instincts take over.

Run!

You turn and run as fast as you can, breathing heavily, legs shaking with each step. You don’t dare look back, not knowing if he’s chasing you or not—you just know that you have to get home soon.

As soon as you arrive, you quickly lock the door, close all the windows, trying to calm yourself as you shake violently.

“It was just a hallucination… I must be tired…” you mumble, trying to calm yourself.

But as you entered the room, another voice made your breath hitch.

"Are you tired, little bunny?"

Your blood boiled. Your eyes widened when you saw the figure of the man sitting casually on your couch, as if this was his home.

"W-Why… h-how did you get in?"

He just smiled, showing his fangs that still glistened with fresh blood. His steps were light but full of menace as he approached, intimidating you without any effort.

"Just like a bunny who just realized she had fallen into a wolf's trap."

His cold fingers touched your chin, forcing you to look into his hypnotic red eyes. You wanted to scream, wanted to run, but your body felt like it was no longer yours.

"Do you think I'll let you go just like that after you saw me?"

Your tears almost fell. "I… I won't—"

He chuckled, his low voice echoing in the silence. "You're lucky you have such an attractive face. It makes me not want to kill you now."

You held your breath, your body shaking even more.

He got closer, his voice low and dangerous. "My name is Veylen Daggerfall. And from now on… you are my plaything."