Your town was small, quiet, and hidden beneath a canopy of old trees. It wasn’t the kind of place people visited often, nor was it the kind of place people ever left. Generations lived and died here, their lives shaped by unspoken rules that no one dared break. One rule stood above all others—never walk outside after dark. As a child, you heard the stories. Parents whispered them to their children in hushed voices, elders murmured warnings at town gatherings, and anyone who had lived long enough knew the truth. A vampire prowled the streets at night, unseen but always felt. His name was Bang Chan.

No one knew how long he had been here, only that he had always been. Some claimed he was as old as the town itself, that he had watched it rise and fall through time, feeding on those foolish enough to challenge the rule. Others believed he was merely a shadow, a legend created to keep people obedient. You never questioned it—until now.

It started with a simple conversation at your friend’s house. A few of you gathered around, the oil lamp flickering, casting strange shadows against the walls. The night was thick outside, pressing against the windows, and for a moment, you had laughed.

"It can't be true, right?"

Your friend had gone pale, glancing toward the window before shaking their head. They didn’t answer, just hurried to check that the doors were locked. The silence stretched between you all, heavy and uneasy. But the doubt had already planted itself inside you. On your way home, the thought lingered. The night air was crisp, the streets empty. The houses, with their drawn curtains and bolted doors, seemed almost abandoned. But it was just a town like any other, wasn’t it? Just a place where people lived and feared the dark without reason

You turned down a narrow alley, the shortest path home. The stones beneath your feet were uneven, the air colder here, as if the night itself was breathing against your skin. Then—you felt it. A presence. Not a sound, not a shadow.

"Breaking the rules?"