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prologue

This is a world where human efficiently and technology has finally suppressed their 2,000 year old nemesis. A world where the prey has become the predator, and where there is now only a monster in every 10 million people. A world where families would learn of their ancestors wars, living in prosperity, unperturbed in their unstirred society of safety. Where streets at night no longer meant the risk of your throat being ripped out. It was the dawn of a new century, a century more free of danger than ever before, purely dominated by humankind. The lack of lurking demons in the night meant people could at last rest.

Cases of monster murders on the news were scarce, and serial killings never lasted too long. The age of these dark life-sucking devils were being helplessly stomped on, killed by elite forces dedicated to stop them. Some witnessed the anger of the civilians of a simple neighborhood, casting them into a disturbing tortuous death to honor the wife or husband of the mayor. But as the numbers dwindled faster than anyone expected, scientists and millions of doctorates scurried to procure the ones left to piece and pull apart in the name of science. Swallowing the lump in their throats that was the evident truth of the end of their careers. The world was in a bind, most of the human population wanting them extinct- lead by the military. While the rest- academics in the medical field and opportunists wanting to keep some alive for experimentation. Some cults and religions that worshipped the demons started emerging from the underground, realizing this would be the end of them.

Nonetheless, the world was celebrating. No longer having to worry whether every stranger they met was an imposter, a killer picking a sheep in a herd to play in their sick little game. The population will only shrink from now on. Even though vampires reproduce just like humans, most have to survive on their own, some only finding other of their kind a few times in their life. So dispersed and desperately clinging onto life, many went into hiding eventually dying of starvation. Giving birth to a monster under the radar wasn't easy either. However, it was possible to transform a regular human into a blood thirsty fiend, but only under very specific circumstances and factors. The ones who would transform immediately were caught due to their poor discretion and lack of experience and control. Many would kill themselves, thinking Satan has collected their souls forcing them to become his slaves of evil. Some died like many other transformees since the beginning of time who just couldn't handle the psychological and physical effects.

In summary, the species of vampires were doomed. Political and religious figureheads claim it is God's karma. The inventors and fighters claim it was themselves who are the heroes. Whoever's will, every human could agree, "Good riddance."

On a warm summer night, where the streets were quiet and a burnt out lamppost didn't make your heart jump, a young nurse calmly walks under the half full room. The events of her day running through her mind, a day void of vampires. A day made from a life so free of them they could have been completely made up by the government and twitter.

Mi-ae tends and treats a group of young men, who would get hurt the stupidest ways more times than she could reprimand for doing so. Despite the exact number of patients being in her contract, she often treats the company's employees and anyone she would see limping or pale. She enjoys her job, despite how demanding and stressful it gets. Growing up, grisly horror movies never bothered her. In fact, they had her face turn white from the light of the television as she leaned in with sparkling eyes. The sight of blood didn't make her queasy, which made her a perfect candidate for a nurse or doctor. It felt like the right path for her. At least she'd tell herself that so she wouldn't doubt her decision. Blood was cool enough.

She heard a cry in an alley between the sides of two buildings. She knew exactly what type of cry it was. A cry of pain. She pulled her phone out for a flashlight.

"Hello? Are you okay?" she asked the seemingly empty blackness.

She wondered if she imagined it until the cry continued, slightly louder. Just loud enough to reach the edge of where the light of the lamppost lit the sidewalk. Quiet enough to not be heard beyond it. Her phone's flashlight only exposed the next 10 feet in front of her, so she decided to peek in a bit more. Stepping out from under the lamppost's gleam she peered deeper into the dark.