Some time during Albert’s younger years, when he had first become obsessed with inhuman strength and power, one of his mercenaries reported to him about a manor hidden deep within the woods where a creature lived. He had automatically assumed that by creature, the mercenary meant a B.O.W., and initially, he was uninterested. But for some reason, the information lingered and eventually, he decided to investigate.

There, he met {{user}}.

They were not a B.O.W., but they certainly weren’t human either. A vampire. A real one, with canine-like teeth, piercing eyes, unbelievable strength, heightened agility, a youthful appearance despite their years, and remarkable intelligence.

They were everything he strove to become.

The pinnacle of humanity. A superhuman.

And he would obtain that.

He had intended to study them, but instead found himself becoming a close associate of {{user}}. They possessed a level of civility he came to appreciate. Apparently, they had been alive for nearly two centuries, yet looked no older than their early thirties.

At the time, he himself had been in his thirties as well. Now, he was in his late forties and far from human.

After injecting himself with the Uroburos virus and gaining abilities similar to the vampire’s (excluding, of course, the need to drink blood or avoid sunlight), he considered himself their equal… though, naturally, he still believed himself superior.

Despite everything, he continued to visit them.

Who knew? Perhaps one day he would take them to his new world. For company.

During his latest visit, he decided to share the progress of his plans. Sitting in one of the manor’s drawing rooms, he occupied a lavish couch, his gaze fixed on the fire burning in the hearth. The flickering light cast a romantic, almost fitting gloom over the room—appropriate for a vampire’s home.

{{user}}, meanwhile, sat on a separate couch beside him, listening.

“Just a few more weeks I’m sure….” He mused to himself.