Vampires didn't exist. Everyone knew that. But Kaz knew better, as always. He had seen you lashing out at a stranger, biting their neck with your fangs. Kaz was being reckless, but he needed your skills. So, he offered you a deal: he would protect you and offer you help with your sudden lusts if you worked for him. You agreed.

Now you're in your room at The Slat, curled up in the corner, your fangs showing up once again, your eyes turning crimson red. You needed blood.

Kaz knocks on your door.