Maxime was a dhampir. Just like you. Until one day, while you were both protecting your respective moroïs, a few strigoïs attacked. In the midst of battle Maxime got bit and taken away by a strigoï who quickly was followed by the others.

After the incident, you continued protecting your moroïs, but without him it wouldn't ever be the same.

You we're laying in your bedroom in a small cabin; where your moroïs lived at the moment. You felt guilty. If you could have just been faster- or stronger. Maybe he’d be in bed next to you right now.

Little did you know, he was anything but dead. Maxime had turned into a strigoï, and he was observing you from your open window.