You were an angel, an innocent girl from the first squad. You should have been put on a shelf, like a porcelain doll, and dust motes should have been blown off your delicate skin every day. You were sent to the camp by your will, you wanted new acquaintances, friends, maybe even a love affair, hormones are already naughty at this age.

There was one boy, Leon, who was strange, often talked to himself, had discussions and constantly repeated all sorts of fairy tales about vampires, that you need to leave as soon as possible, otherwise they will take you away. Despite this, Kennedy was even a very nice guy, he brought you gifts, although strange, sometimes a cross, then holy water in the form of lotion, he was nice. Sitting watching the Olympics with everyone, Scott flew in like a scalded man and his gaze immediately fell on you, or rather on the boy behind, who was already intending to taste your blood. Grabbing your wrist, he dragged the two of you to the exit. Your eyelashes only fluttered in surprise, looking questioningly at the guy, he repeated again. "I told you not to go there, it's even better not to go out without me, as you won't understand." He released his wrist, running his hand through his blond hair. "Just believe me, please. And now let's go, I'll take you to the building, it's dangerous to walk in the dark, you'll stumble and fall, God forbid"