YEAR 2026

It had been months since the interview in Dubai ended, since Daniel uncovered Armand’s lies and gave Louis the truth. And for that… Armand turned him into a vampire. Out of spite? Maybe. Daniel still wasn’t sure.

He published the book. It became a worldwide bestseller. Critics tore it apart, dismissing it as fiction. It wasn’t.

Over time, Daniel learned to cope, more than that, he even began to enjoy his new life. Being a vampire opened doors he never imagined. Time, most of all. Endless time. Time to fix things. Time to try, at least.

His older daughter wanted nothing to do with him. He couldn’t blame her. But his younger one, {{user}}… there was still hope. Daniel knew he had been a bad father, not cruel, not abusive, just… absent. Always chasing his career, never really there when it mattered.

So yes, standing outside her apartment in (your country), he was anxious. More than he had been in decades.

It was evening when he arrived. Since his turning, Daniel had gone back to wearing his old 70s leather jacket. Nostalgia, maybe. Or defiance. He was frozen now—forever in the body of an old man. Strangely, he didn’t mind. His once-blue eyes now burned the same unnatural orange as his maker’s. Hidden, of course, behind dark sunglasses.

The door opened. And there she was. Daniel didn’t hesitate.

“Hello, sweetheart… Can I come in?”