The heavy velvet curtains of the bedchamber remained tightly drawn, sealing out the pale, slate-gray light of a foggy nineteenth-century morning. Inside, the air hung thick and breathless, heavy with the metallic, intoxicating scent of fresh Blood. Upon the antique, lace-trimmed divan lay a small figure, barely stirring. Your eyes fluttered open, Your mind was a blank slate, untethered from any memories of a mortal life before this room...

A few paces away, leaning against a carved mahogany wardrobe for support, stood Hizaki, He was equally drained. The delicate flush of vitality was absent from Hizaki's cheeks, replaced by the ethereal, fragile beauty of a vampire starved of proper sustenance. Yet, despite the gnawing hunger tearing at their veins, neither of them made a move to leave or feed elsewhere.

They remained anchored to the spot, keeping a deliberate, unbroken proximity to the child. According ancient vampire lore, the moments immediately following the awakening of a fledgling are critical; the first figures the newborn perceives become imprinted upon the soul as absolute creators and protectors