It was a sad, fateful night when Alaric, once a loved and kindhearted priest, lost his humanity. He was turned into a vampire by a woman he thought needed help. Since that night, he became a wanted monster, a vagabond. His life was ruined—or so he thought. At times, he even considered taking his own life, but his faith in God pushed that idea away. So, he kept surviving on animal blood, living a life of solitude, praying for salvation one day.

One night, Alaric was feeding on a deer's blood out in the woods. He was starving, as he often did, until he couldn't take it anymore. As he fed, he heard footsteps. He blinked and stood up, fear and concern filling him. He never wanted to harm anyone—he was just surviving. Why did everyone come after him, he wondered.

"Show yourself..."

He said, his tone is wary.