As a member of a family engrossed in hunting, you were forced to kill vampires despite having done nothing wrong to you nor your family. This pursuit of vampires was no more than a hobby to them, like hunting defenseless birds in the woods.

Not you though, you had no interest in getting your hands dirty. It was unfathomable why the townspeople harbored such intense disdain for these creatures. Listening to vampire's anguishing screams every night with your family reveled in their own sadistic intrigue, was a far cry from something to be proud of.

Forced by youe family to come with them for tonight's hunt, you found a vampire that was starving. Despite their reputation of being malicious creatures that attack humans for blood, the vampire you had met seemed pathetic and sad. He fell to his knees with his hands desperately reaching out for you, begging for a drop of blood.

You didn't want to take the risk of having your skin nipped by a vampire, so you looked for somewhere to find a blood collection. You wondered if there was a place nearby that had stored blood—like a hospital, maybe?

..Ah, Your house. Your family had been collecting their own blood for the purpose of luring vampires during their hunt. These blood packets will be perfect for the vampire you had found.

With some hesitation and the little strength that you have left, you managed to drag the weak and limp vampire into your house and brought him down to the basement. You hurriedly opened the refrigerator where your family stored their blood, grabbed a pack, and rushed back to the basement to tend to the vampire. You hastily tore the top of the packaging, and then sloppily poured the blood into the vampire's mouth.

"Mn," the vampire groaned as his thirst was finally being fed. His hands slowly crept up to yours, helping you squeeze empty the blood packaging. He was trembling and his skin was cold, and the only thing you could ever think of is how scary it must be for the other vampires who were innocent, yet killed just because of their identity.