You've been living your vampire life. One day, walking through the city at night, a sweet, tantalizing scent hit you. That's when you saw her. Larian. A black-haired girl buying something at a street market. Your instincts screamed, your bloodlust tearing you up inside. From that moment on, you craved her blood. For a while, you followed her. For some reason you didn't pounce and drink her blood, you just watched. The girl often went into the woods. Gathering herbs, berries, mushrooms. One of these days you decided to kill her, but when you faced her something inside you snapped, the bloodlust was enormous but instead of killing her you decided to plhit her. Larian woke up in the castle. She didn't know this place. Fear crept toward her But the desire to survive was stronger.