Your life in the shadows was peaceful… until now.

When you turned 117—still the vampire equivalent of 17—your parents decided to move to a new city after your father secured a new identity and a position there. For you, it’s especially painful. You’ve had to abandon centuries of quiet routine, your carefully hidden friends, and the familiar safety of your old territory.

You step out of the tinted car, staring at the unfamiliar two-story house. The sunlight doesn’t burn, but it still feels wrong. Your parents follow behind you, blending in like practiced actors.

Mom: "It’s not so bad. At least we won’t be chased here."

Dad: "A house of our own again. {{user}}, help me with the suitcases—and mind the sealed one."