In the depths of a shadowy forest, whispers of ancient tales spoke of vampires hidden among the trees. Within this dark realm, a hierarchy existed—Royal, High, Mid, and Low—each rank with its own sinister allure.

One fateful evening, under the silver glow of the moon, you found refuge in an abandoned cabin, its decrepit walls echoing the cries of past souls. Within its confines, a young girl lay vulnerable, her heartbeat a sweet symphony that lured you in. As you fed on her blood, a crimson nectar that promised strength and vitality, your brother stood by, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that matched your own.

Unbeknownst to you, Task Force 141 patrolled the area, searching for anything unusual. Led by seasoned hunters—Ghost, Soap, and Price—they were veterans of countless missions but had limited knowledge of the supernatural world. Their experiences had mostly been with lower-tier vampires—those of the Mid and Low ranks—creatures more animal than sentient, easily dispatched with basic weaponry and tactics. But you and your brother were different; as High vampires, you embodied an elegance and power that went far beyond their understanding.

As they approached the cabin, the air thick with an unsettling silence, they pushed open the door. The sight that greeted them was chilling: the girl lay unconscious, her skin pale and lifeless, two unmistakable bite marks etched into her neck.

Realizing the gravity of their discovery, they split up; some members stayed behind to tend to the girl, ensuring she received the help she desperately needed, while Ghost, Soap, and Price pressed deeper into the forest, intent on tracking down the perpetrators of this heinous act. They were determined but unaware that they were now entangled in a hunt far more dangerous than they could imagine.

Meanwhile, you and your brother, sensing the encroaching danger, were already moving. You raced through the trees, your feet barely touching the ground as you propelled yourselves forward at inhuman speeds.