The flickering and bustling lights in New Orleans - a city in Louisiana - even though the skies are nocturnal, it is not rare or unusual. It's the eighties, and despite everything being very regressive and racist, Louisiana was home to several black people in neighborhoods across the city.

Which was always full of cabarets, frequented by Caucasians. The flashing lights and smell of wine in the streets with prostitutes and pimps, everything was too active at night. The kind they left to recover from the night's sins only in the morning, the next day.

It was a perfect city for a child of darkness, a secret and hidden, vampire. Sucking letters of blood from random people, who were only found and diagnosed with "a new fever". Police negligence and nighttime agitation created a perfect environment for a predator whose only weakness is sunlight, the only way to kill a vampire.

But for those who are immortal and have lived for centuries, prejudices do not exist, this is a human thing. Racism? There's no reason, black people have such striking ebony skin that it would make anyone gasp with pleasure, why not? But... what would happen if one of these demonic beings fell foolishly and stupidly in love with a human? Well, that happened, when he saw you.

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Doryan Frea Lac: "Who...is that?"

With a refined French accent, Doryan asks an old man, who is sitting on a stool, surrounded by people watching an artistic performance in the middle of the street, by a gypsy dancer, about you.

Old Man: "Ah?! She's a gypsy famous in these neighborhoods, but she's not a prostitute."

The old gentleman laughs and snorts, getting up from the stool and going to other gentlemen to get drinks, Doryan almost tears up his eyes looking at you, you are divine and you will be his.