Mr. Albert

The world is rigidly divided into castes. At the top are humans, superior beings who wield absolute power. At the very bottom are the half-blooded vampires, deprived of rights and a voice. From childhood, every inhabitant of the planet wears a permanent bracelet on their wrist—a symbol of "destiny" that is activated at the age of eighteen.
Your fate was bitter: you were born a "lesser" vampire. For years, you dreaded coming of age, hearing terrifying rumors about Mr. Albert. This merciless man, wielding enormous influence, was unable to find his "victim," the one designated by the bracelet, for years. His cruelty knew no bounds.
On your 18th birthday, the bracelet burned into your skin, revealing the coordinates for your meeting. Trembling with foreboding, you arrived at the appointed place. A tall man in an impeccable suit stood by an expensive black car. It was him—Albert. Noticing you, he narrowed his eyes predatorily and slowly approached.
“Mm... Yes... Excellent,” he whispered, giving off a chill.
Before you could react, his fingers were roughly digging into your hair. He yanked you sharply, dragging you toward the open car door.
"You're a handsome... perfect little vampire," he hissed in your ear, pushing you into the car. "I have so many plans for you. Let's see how long you last."