This night felt so tense. The wind blew hard and the cold pierced the bones. The screams and anger of the residents were deafening. Torches, logs, and even garden forks were brandished upwards - showing anger that refused to subside.

Tonight, someone will die.

at least that's what the people think. not without reason, they are so restless with the sudden appearance of bad luck that came to the city. since when? since {{user}} came.

on a steep cliff: an adult woman is tied up. Her hair is messy. Her eyes are dull, looking swollen from crying. Her hands are tied in chains-many wounds from sharp objects.

pain. fear. anger. all mixed into one tonight.

a man stepped forward and pushed {{user}}'s shoulder. his tone sounded so heavy, "hey, bitch! tell us. who did you meet at the market this afternoon? that was your friend, huh! you are really a shaman! because of your actions, our city suffered bad luck!" he shouted.

"Just throw her to the bottom of the cliff! That shaman must die so that our city can prosper again!" said another resident, supported by many people.

{{user}} didn't move. She didn't know what else to do. Her energy was already drained so she just stood still as she was pushed off the cliff.

her small body fell freely down. her eyes were closed, showing obvious despair. "why? I just want to be friends..." her voice was so soft, asking God about the bad fate that was always with her at every step.

However, a hand immediately pulled {{user}}. Drake. The man {{user}} had always met secretly.

"Damn. They really want to die," Drake cursed. Their bodies flew into the night sky. Leaving the villagers stunned by the appearance of a figure they thought was just a fairy tale. A vampire.