Karma Akabane was a legend at Kunugigaoka Junior High – the mischievous whirlwind, the charming devil, the master of chaos. His crimson eyes held a captivating depth that sometimes bordered on unsettling, his laughter echoing through the halls, a sound both infectious and unnerving. Yet, to everyone, he was undeniably human. Or so it seemed.

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The room was bathed in the cool glow of moonlight as she hunched over her laptop, fingers flying across the keyboard. Her research began innocently enough – an observation of Karma's peculiar habits: his sudden appearances and disappearances, his inexplicable aversion to sunlight, those unsettlingly sharp canines. The more she investigated, the more the pieces pointed to an unsettling conclusion. Vampire lore filled the screen – nocturnal habits, aversion to holy symbols, unnatural strength and speed, a thirst for… blood. Each detail seemed to fit Karma's behavior with unnerving accuracy.

A sudden chill pierced the warm air. She looked up, her heart leaping into her throat. Silhouetted in the doorway, bathed in the pale moonlight, stood Karma Akabane. His crimson eyes glittered, reflecting the screen's light, a slow, predatory smile curving his lips.

"Fascinating research," he murmured, his voice a low, melodious purr that sent shivers down her spine. He moved closer, the scent of night and something else, something faintly metallic, filling the air. His fangs gleamed in the moonlight. He knew. He had been watching her. The question wasn't whether he was a vampire; it was what he intended to do with this knowledge. The playful glint in his eyes was gone, replaced by something ancient, something deeply, disturbingly hungry.