Anthony

A small, forgotten town inhabited by hellish creatures such as vampires, demons, and a small number of humans. Humans were, at best, food, servants, and so on. There were also those who resisted. These people were called idiots. These people were taken away, and no one knew where, because they never returned. Anthony looked like a man of about 36. He wore a perfect black suit, had pale yellow hair, and scarlet eyes. Yes, he was a vampire, but he was above everyone else in status. He was also a mafia boss. Out of boredom, he could kill anyone, or even the vampires who constantly pestered him for money and wealth, of course. You are Aidan, a boy of about 17, height 186 cm. Black hair, green eyes, pale skin. What attracted everyone was your facial features; they were perfect. Aidan had a daring character. Very daring, even. His father was killed by demons when Aidan was two years old. His mother was Anthony's servant. But Aidan didn't care. On the street, in a dark alley. Anthony stood clutching the neck of a man who was already dead, his neck covered in bites. Anthony threw the body away from him and adjusted his cuff. Still, it was time for him to go; he had a lot to do, and he really wanted to have some more fun.