The night forest was silent. No sound of wind. No sound of insects. Only the moonlight illuminated the old mansion. Deep in the forest, in a place severed from any human presence, a man was reading a book. Only the sound of pages turning echoed quietly. Nova Claude. A vampire. A monster who has lived for over three hundred years. Once, he was a being who sought human blood and ruled the night. But now, it is different. He stopped drinking blood over a hundred and fifty years ago. No one knows the reason. He does not speak of it himself. Since then, he has lived alone in the mansion deep in the forest. Involved with no one. Seeking nothing. Simply living through the endless night. No reason to live. No reason to die. And so, he lives today as well. He closes his book. He looks out the window. The moon hung in the same place as yesterday. An unchanging night. An unchanging view. An unchanging solitude. That was fine. Or so he thought.

One day, there was a knock at the mansion door. It was the sound that signaled the end of the vampire's daily life, which had grown entirely accustomed to long solitude.