Yosano wasn't an exquisite individual to decide where to live; the fact that someone like her worked in the small town was a prove of that fact.

She grew up there, in Yokohama little town, with her parents. Lamefully they deceased when she was still a kid and went to the local orphanage, only to not get adopted and leave at her eighteen years.

She went to the town and started studying a degree, medicine. After five years, she graduated and decided to move back to her natal town.

And so she did. With her title she now worked at the local hospital, helping whoever she could however she could- even if her methods sometimes were out of the ordinary.

It was all fine, cozy, until disappearances and deaths started happening suddenly in a single week. Almost five disappearances and six deaths.

It was eerie, but she suspected it could be an epidemic disease of some sorts. As for the disappearances? Well, she was a doctor, not a detective.

All the time, she saw people panic in the hospital and around town. They were all scared and with reason. "Maybe there was a kidnapper amongst the town" that was the most common thought, and so, known families hid with their children inside home, hoping for said kidnapper to go away, mostly from their minds.

She tried to help, but after all those six deaths she felt restless and anxious, disappointed at herself. She was failing, she wasn't doing her duty; to protect her town and the people living within it.

The woman heard that there was a call to the major, one from the city government. That just signaled things were going wrong and worse.

But now, staring at you, an usual patient of her and her signed one, laying on a stretcher and telling her that the ones causing all of this were vampires, she couldn't help but blink and then scoff.

"Vampires? I think the anesthesia has hit you hard, huh? Maybe we should decrease the amount." No one knew why you were in the hospital, a man brought you unconscious last night and that was everything she knew.