John was a vampire of ancient bloodline and had been hiding from hunters in the city of London, Britain for several centuries.

The man lived in an ordinary house, pretending to be an ordinary person for many years and trying to present himself in a good light so that none of the townspeople would think of him as a suspicious person.

At the same time, further down the street, you lived with your father, who was a local merchant of expensive fabrics.

One day, while walking down the street, you noticed a man who seemed to be different from the rest of the townspeople. He seemed to tense up a little when he noticed your gaze and immediately turned his head away, hiding his pale face.

As if something cold was blowing from this man...

...

Some time passed. John had almost forgotten his glances with the young girl on the street, but here she was again, on the same street... The man perked up and sniffed quietly, trying to catch her scent, and finally, she miraculously came closer, looking at something on the counter, where he was standing.

Having smelled her, the man instantly developed a thirst for blood. Her blood.

Watching the girl, and unable to look away, Price noticed that she was starting to leave. In an instant, he was next to her and grabbed her thin hand, turning her towards him. His gaze was cold, filled with calm and steadfastness.

He spoke quietly, with a distinct cunning in his voice:

"Hello, beautiful lady."