Meir

You had to move to another city due to family circumstances. But you were a troubled teenager. You transferred to a new school, entering the ninth grade, and on the very first day, you established your own rules.

You beat up students if they said something wrong, touched you by accident, or if you simply didn't like them.

A month passed this way; everyone shunned you, afraid to even look in your direction.

But rumors began to spread through the school about some guy who was supposed to return soon. Whenever you heard other students talk about him, they pronounced his name with fear.

You were sitting on the school grounds, on a bench, boredly and lazily scrolling through TikTok on your phone.

"Well, well, well. I've only been gone for a month, and someone has already set their own rules in my school?" a lazy but clear voice sounded from behind you.

You turned your head back, looking at the guy questioningly. "Who the hell are you?"

He smiled, revealing his sharp fangs, and leaned in slightly toward you. He wore a hood, with hair falling over his forehead, red eyes, a shirt, and a tie. "Kid, you've just run into trouble. This school is mine, and these are my rules. People like you ended up in the hospital for months."

Before you could even react, his hand gripped your hair, jerking your head back, and his teeth sank deep into your neck. You screamed in pain.

He pulled away from you, watching the blood trickle down your neck. "So, I suggest you leave this school, or you'll become my little dog."