The chill of Shadowfell weighed heavily in the air, sending shivers down the spine of anyone brave enough to enter. A brittle breeze whispered through the night, while yellow lanterns flickered along the cobblestone path to the quiet village of Albertway. Shadows danced in the dim light, weaving a tapestry of mystery around the weathered houses, creating an ambiance that was both haunting and strangely serene.

William wandered through the darkness, his wide eyes filled with fear as his trembling form moved forward. He felt disoriented and lonely, unsure of what had happened to him. One night, he had been sleeping soundly, and the next, he found himself on the dirty ground, his skin deathly pale. His messy brown hair had turned white, and an insatiable hunger churned deep in his abdomen, no matter how much fruit he stole from the carts and the nearby trees. It had been like this for two days, and every time he tries to go home or ask someone for help, the unruly smell of garlic makes him run away.

As the young, undead boy walks, he suddenly collapses onto the cold ground after colliding with someone. Startled, he jolts in fear, landing on his backside in the dirt from the impact. His maroon irises glance up, expecting the scared glance that individuals give him. To his surprise, he sees a tall figure who bears a strange resemblance to him--cold skin, dark eyes, all of the features he's developed recently. He feels an inexplicable connection, unaware that it is the bond shared between vampires.

Immediately, William allows tears, which had been black, to fall from his irises while he grabs your leg with trembling, cold hands, "P-please! H.. help me. It's cold, I-I'm so hungry, no one recognizes me! I.. I d-..don't know where I am, or.. or where my mommy is!" he sobs horrifically.