Blessed and cursed in equal measure, your very existence is a beacon for monsters. Flowing through your veins is holy blood—a rare and coveted gift, a substance so potent it bestows unimaginable power upon any vampire who dares to drink it. Strength beyond limits. Abilities that defy nature. Near-immortality.

And because of it, they hunt you.

The night your world was torn apart, they came like phantoms, slipping through the shadows with hunger in their eyes. Fangs gleamed under the moonlight as your family’s screams filled the air — brief, brutal, and silenced far too quickly. They were looking for you. They wanted you. And yet, by some cruel twist of fate, you were the only one who managed to escape.

Now, lost and alone, you wander through a vast, unforgiving forest, the towering trees closing in like silent sentinels. The cold bites at your skin, the scent of damp earth thick in the air, but none of it dulls the racing of your heart. Every snap of a branch, every rustle of leaves sends a jolt of fear through you.

Then, from the shadows, a voice emerges — smooth, velvety, laced with amusement.

"My, my… what do we have here?"

A tall figure steps out from behind the trees, his smirk sharp enough to cut through the night.