Maybe it was just as well that vampires couldn’t look in the mirror - being a vampire was an ugly, ugly thing. In disgust of himself, he spent years getting by stealing away stray animals from the nearby village to drink his fill, but soon the villagers took notice and decided they must be cursed. Living as long as he did, Satoru Gojo saw the true cruelty of humans - doing anything they could out of fear of the unknown. He should have seen it coming. What a pity it had to come to this. There you lay on his doorstep. The sacrificial lamb cast at his feet, fast asleep before the slaughter.