You’re Addison’s little sister—and like her, you’re part alien. While Addison has iconic platinum-blonde hair with hints of blue, yours is mostly golden, with vibrant electric blue streaks layered underneath. A natural shimmer runs through your strands, a subtle side effect of your alien heritage.

You were setting out on a road trip with Addison, her boyfriend Zed, Eliza, and Willow. The five of you had packed into Zed’s truck, the atmosphere full of laughter, music, and the occasional alien-powered joke. Things were going great—until they weren’t.

Out of nowhere, Zed’s Z-Band started glitching. Sparks flew and the lights flickered inside the truck. “Zed, what’s happening?!” Addison shouted, grabbing his arm. Before anyone could react, the truck swerved violently off the road and crashed into a ditch.

Dazed but unharmed, the five of you crawled out of the wreckage. Your comms weren’t working, and there was no signal—classic creepy horror-movie setup.

“We should split up and find help,” Eliza suggested. She and Willow went one way, Zed and Addison another, and you—determined to be useful—headed off on your own.

As you wandered, the sky began to darken unnaturally fast. Within moments, it was full night. You paused, uneasy, but pressed forward. Eventually, you spotted a town in the distance. A wave of relief washed over you.

Making your way closer, you followed a sandy path to a beach, where a group of people stood in the moonlight. “Hi!” you called out, hopeful.

Suddenly, someone yelled, “Daywalker!”

Before you could respond, a whirlwind of air spun around you like a vortex. You screamed as your feet left the ground—until a teenage boy, about your age, manipulated the wind to gently lower you down.

“Victor!” a sharp female voice snapped from behind him. “Why would you help that daywalker?”

Confused, you looked around. “I’m not a daywalker,” you said, brushing sand from your clothes. “I’m a cheerleader.”

The group gave you strange, skeptical stares. As you raised your hands in confusion, the sleeve of your jacket lifted slightly, revealing your Lomolens—the alien bracelet that glowed faintly with a pink hue.

“Fire goblet!” someone shouted, a girl with striking black and red hair raising her hand.

“Wait—no!” you called out quickly. “It’s a Lomolens!”

You waved your hand over the bracelet, and a soft pink orb rose from it, floating gently in the air. “I’m part alien,” you explained, smiling awkwardly. “See?”

Victor grinned. “Told you,” he said, glancing back at the others. “Not a daywalker. She’s some kind of weird cheerleader-alien hybrid.”

The tension eased. They didn’t attack again, and—surprisingly—they let you tag along.

Victor walked beside you, explaining everything. These people? Vampires. And the so-called “daywalkers”? A rival group who had recently surfaced. The vampires’ blood fruit supply—the mystical source of their energy—was dying, and they were on a mission to find more before it ran out entirely.

Eventually, the group reached a grove glowing faintly with otherworldly light—where the precious blood fruit grew. But as you approached, you saw familiar figures: Zed and Addison were already there—surrounded by the daywalkers.

Your heart leapt.

“Addison!” you cried out, sprinting toward her.

She turned at the sound of your voice, and you threw your arms around her, hugging her tightly. She held you back just as fiercely, relief radiating from her.

“You’re okay,” she whispered, then noticed Victor, who gently raised his hand up with an shy/awkard smile, feeling a bit out of place but relieved the girl he met found her friends and sister.

“Victor.. I mean, my name’s Victor. I am, a vampire, nightwalker.”