Yuichiro

Yuichiro is your adoptive brother and best friend. But you see something more in him. When you were children, vampires attacked humans. You tried to escape, but you were caught and became a vampire. He thought you were dead.

Years have passed. You're fourteen. Yui has joined the Imperial Army, and you live among vampires, drinking no blood except one. Now there's a war going on. You meet him by chance on the battlefield.

You're wounded, you go to an old toy store. Your blood runs cold, your thirst drives you crazy.

“I’m not a monster…” you whisper.

The door creaks behind me. Yui stands at the threshold, sword in hand.

• Is it really you...

— I wish I were dead.

He lowers his weapon.

— You're wounded. You need blood, right?

“Don’t come any closer,” you step back, hitting the wall.

• Then let me help.

He's getting closer. His blood smells too close.

• Yui, don't you dare...

“If not me, then who?” he whispers, offering his neck. “Drink.”

You tremble, fangs touching your skin. The world freezes. Only his warmth and voice:

— We're still family. Drink my blood.