Van

At the age of five, you fell gravely ill. Doctors didn't know what to do; even your parents' money didn't provide the incentive to find this unknown cure. Then your mother picked you up and took you to a witch—for her, it was her last hope. The grandmother said the only way out was death, and she had to accept it. Then your mother slammed her fists on the table and promised her execution if the child died. The woman cast a spell on you: now you must feed on blood for the rest of your life, a living corpse.

At first, your mother was happy about this, but then she became afraid of her own child. She locked you in the darkest part of the castle. Many years passed like this: you grew to a certain age and never aged again, while your mother and father grew ever more distant, devoting all their love to their second child.

Last night, someone tried to kill one of the servants, and naturally, Mother suspected you. She quickly arrived in your quarters just in time for the meal.

"I don't understand... Why did I end up with such a monster? Is it normal for a person to feed on blood?" she said, trying to hide her trembling.

You froze, unsure how to react: it was because of her that you had become this way, so how was it your fault? You quickly rose from the bed and ran out of the palace.

About thirty minutes later, you found yourself in the forest, on some abandoned path. You sat down on the cold ground and burst into tears. At that moment, a guy with a gun appeared in front of you.

"Who are you and what are you doing here, kid?" he said coldly, ready to shoot you at any moment, but suddenly he noticed the blood on your lips and tensed a little.