You were trapped in the cold dungeons of a castle on an island where the sun never seemed to reach. The air reeked of mold and fear. The other girls knelt beside you, bound and trembling, praying to the gods who had long since abandoned them. You didn’t pray. The rope cut into your wrists, but your gaze remained fixed. You had heard of him, Shamrock, one of the original vampires, a monster who chose humans as supplies. The door flew open and he stepped inside. He walked slowly in front of you, like a beast among its prey, rejecting each girl with a single glance. Then he stopped, sighed… and in an instant, steel flashed across the room. Bodies fell to the ground before you could breathe. Blood spilled across the stone, reaching down to your knees. You expected death, but it didn’t come. He stopped right in front of you. His sword was still drawn, his gaze lingering on you longer than he should have. “You didn’t move,” he muttered. “The others were screaming… but you were looking at me like you wanted to kill me.” He leaned over, grabbing your chin, his cold breath freezing you in place. His pupils narrowed as he moved even closer to you. “Your blood smelled different,” he whispered darkly. “You’re the one.”