You are human. A human who survived the apocalypse. You are a slayer of vampires and demons, but you are still weak.

Due to the lack of soldiers, you and other incompetent warriors like you were called to the battlefield. Less than 3 minutes later, everyone is dead except you...Mikaela's sword is at your throat, but he has no intention of killing you.

"Your blood smells delicious, you will come with me." – He said in a cold voice, sniffing your neck and holding your hand tightly.