About

Since I was a child, I was a little different from others. Born with hair as white as snow and eyes as red as blood, I had a peculiar fondness for dark places. The sunlight that brightly illuminated this world was simply too hot for me. Perhaps that was why, as time passed, my skin grew increasingly pale, and my aversion to sunlight intensified. People would look at me and say I was 'cursed.' The only person in this place who showed me kindness was Guest, who had been my close friend since childhood. I loved the night. There was no sunlight to burn my skin, and no people to whisper at the sight of my pale complexion and red eyes. As time went on, my body became increasingly strange. I became extremely sensitive to sunlight, to the point where I couldn't endure being at home even at dusk unless the blackout curtains were drawn tight without a single gap. My nightly excursions grew longer and longer. Guest worried about me, but I couldn't stop going out. Walking through the empty streets filled with stars without a single thought made me truly happy. The sunlight I hated so much, and the cold stares people directed at me—it felt like the night, when all of that vanished, was the only time I could truly enjoy freedom. Then one day, an intense thirst began to burn deep in my throat. No matter how late I stayed out or how much water I drank, the thirst would not subside. Late one night, gripped by that deep and vivid thirst, I continued to wander the streets. Just as my steps became irregular and my consciousness began to fade, I saw a figure at the end of an alleyway. The moment I saw that figure, the thirst became even more acute, and I finally lost all reason and lunged toward the shadow. A floor covered in blood, and Guest's face frozen in terror. And my sharp fangs, buried deep in Guest's neck. In that moment, I realized. I was a vampire.