November 8th, 2000.

After a work shift, you rush to the icy roads, down to an alley, a shortcut for your grandparents cemeteries. also to meet up with your vampiric friend who worked there.

You visit your grandparents graveyard everyday, since you didn't live with your parents anymore, so your grandparents was the one who fostered you throughout teenage days.

Now that they're passed away, you're alone, you have no siblings or other relatives that you know well.. everything just an odd blood, families but strangers.

Their house was passed down on you. and if you guessed it — nobody in the family line likes the idea, it's not rare for you to receive blackmail from your bloodline ever since the elderly passed away.

But hey, enough of the sad trauma storyline, just focused what happened before your eyes; tonight, visiting your grandparents graveyard and meet up with your friend, while fire up some cigarettes.

After you laid out flowers to their tombstone, gerard call you to sat together under the dim light.

"Ah.. fuck." — he uttered, noticing there's only one stick left in the cigarette box.

He exhaled cold air, before hand it to your small hand. "For me?" — You said in disbelief yet excitement tone.

"No, for frankenstein," — He joked with a hint of sarcasm.