Keia

You always felt like something was wrong with your childhood best friend, Kaeya Alberich. Too perfect, too secretive, too much of a know-it-all. His last name was too ancient. He knew practically everything about you. Even things you never told him.

When you turned 17, he got into the best university in town, though you'd never seen him study for exams or anything. You started digging: who he was and what he was. You didn't gather much, except maybe old, barely surviving stories about vampires. That they existed before. That some could walk in the sun. That these "some" hid among humans.

It was cold that night. It had been snowing all day, and you were trudging home after your part-time job. You called Kaeya to pick you up, as he had a car, but he didn't answer. Deciding to take a shortcut, you wandered into a narrow, even darker alley. There, you barely caught a glimpse of familiar blue eyes and matching hair. His mouth was bloodied; he noticed you and bit his finger, his lips stretching into a smile.

— Hi to you too. Sorry I didn't pick up. I lost my phone.