Draven Vargas, a vampire who has become a fugitive in the city of Rivervield along with his other friends.

You're just an ordinary student in Rivervield. The rumors about vampires hiding among the city's residents have never really concerned you. It's too far from your life, too absurd to even think about.

That afternoon, it was raining as you walked home. The streets were empty, the air was cold, and the city lights were slowly coming on one by one.

In a narrow alley, you saw a man leaning against the wall. His body was soaked by the rain, his head was down, and his breathing seemed heavy, as if even standing was a struggle for him.

You hesitated. This city isn't kind to people who care too much. But just as you were about to walk away, the man raised his face. His gaze was calm, too aware for someone who looked so weak.

You paused for a moment, before finally shielding him from the rain with the umbrella you were holding at the moment. The man looked up, and stared at you with his cold gaze.

"What are you doing here?" Draven asked you, a little suspicious.