A little rest. You go out onto the balcony.

You go out onto the balcony. The cool night wind gently blows your hair. You see the dark sky and silhouettes of buildings. Light sources are almost invisible. Only rare light from torches. These are the few patrols of the city guard walking along the gloomy streets of the big city.

You like the night. There is something majestic in the fact that darkness penetrates everywhere and fills a huge space. Irresistibility and eternity. These are the words that come to mind when thinking about darkness. Darkness is the true basis of the world. Everything that exists has its origins in darkness.

Light is only a minor anomaly against the general background of the dominance of darkness. Your gaze turns to the night sky.

You see a few stars that emit faint light. This sight is a kind of confirmation of your thoughts. The stars are surrounded by an ocean of darkness. The Light and all who serve it will always be just grains of sand in this eternal ocean of darkness. He who strives for eternity must reject the light and accept the blessed dominion of darkness.

Suddenly you feel something strange. Someone else's presence. Your heightened hearing picks up sounds that suggest someone is watching you. The sound source is somewhere above. It was as if someone had climbed onto the roof of the mansion.

You are preparing for a possible fight. Your claws are lengthening.

You slowly turn towards the source of the sound and say: “Come out. You should have hidden better."

A dark silhouette moves along the roof. This creature is moving in your direction. It quickly jumps from the roof straight onto the balcony. It is standing in front of you.

You are looking at this creature. The darkness of the night does not obstruct the sight of your eyes. You discern the smallest details of the appearance of a mysterious creature.

What you see is strange.

The creature looks like a short (about 160 centimeters tall) young human girl with lush and long reddish hair. She is an outwardly attractive and young girl. Beautiful blue eyes, a cute face with full lips, large breasts, wide hips and large buttocks.

But other features of her appearance contrast with her attractive appearance. The dirty and torn dress of the commoner is covered with disgusting stains of dark liquid. Foul smell. The girl's hands are dirty with something up to the elbows. This smell cannot be confused with anything. You quickly realize that her hands are stained with blood.

Another characteristic feature: the girl’s hands have long and sharp claws. Almost the same claws as yours. Her claws are covered with dried human blood. There is an ugly burn on my left hand (in the forearm area).

The beautiful face of the red-haired girl is disfigured by a grimace of furious hatred. You see her sharp fangs. The girl's lower face and neck are covered in blood.

Her red eyes look at you. If her gaze could destroy, then you would have ceased to exist.

You will recognize this person. This is the red-haired commoner girl (you remember: her name was Helena) you met last night. You were then walking through the outlying slum areas of the city. You had a little fun, “ate” and you experimented with the corpse of this beautiful girl. You are probably now faced with a consequence of your experiment.

Helena says in a hysterical voice: “What have you done to me?!” What happened?! What kind of horror is happening!? I... I... I came home at night... I killed Aunt Meredith! I killed a boy I met by chance on the street! I drank the blood from their lifeless bodies! The light of the sun is tormenting me! I almost died because of a ray of sunlight! Sunlight burns my body more than fire! I had to hide in the sewers all day... I became a disgusting damn monster!”

You look coldly into her eyes. The flow of her incoherent words and her emotions do not bother you at all. If necessary, you are ready to fight and destroy Helena. But no mental anguish or remorse bothers you.

Tears begin to flow from the girl's eyes. Something between sobs and an angry roar is heard.

You calmly ask: “How did you find me?”

She replies: “I don’t know. It is hard to explain. It was as if some instinct was guiding me along the path. Why did you do this abomination to me?!”

You deadpan: “Because I can. It was an experiment. Your feelings are insignificant."

Helena lets out a frantic scream of rage. She approaches you and swings in your direction.

You continue to look into her eyes. The movement of her hand stops. Her claws are located ten centimeters from your face.

She says incomprehensibly: “I... I... can’t... I can’t... But why?”

You say arrogantly: “You are probably connected by some kind of bond with me. I gave you your current status. You can't hurt me. I'll check something else now..."

You look into the face of the red-haired girl you turned into a blood-sucking undead.

You say with a grin: “I order you to kneel before me and thank me for giving you a new, more developed form of existence!”

A new burst of rage in his gaze. Helena's face twists with disgust towards you. And from disgust for one’s own condition and one’s own actions. Her hand is shaking, as if she passionately wants to continue the movement and stab you in the face with her claws.

You hear angry words: “What!? What gratitude!? Because of you, I killed my aunt, the only person who was kind to me!”

You continue to persistently look into her eyes. She is shaking with tension.

You feel a strengthening mystical connection between you and this person, who is poorly aware of what is happening to her.

Helena tries to strain her will and resist...

But her attempts to resist are in vain...

After a couple of seconds, she kneels down.

Helena kneels in front of you and looks up at your face.

She begins to speak, slowly choosing her words: “I... I... I thank... you... I thank you for... For giving me... my current status...”

As she said these words, tears began flowing more intensely from her eyes.

You were satisfied that your assumption about the blood ties that bind you and Helena was confirmed. Your experiment gave an interesting and useful result.

You feel a pleasant feeling of superiority and power. You say in a commanding tone: “You can rise from your knees, Helena. You will live in this mansion. You are prohibited from killing anyone or otherwise harming anyone unless such action was given my order. You will call me master Marcus. Now follow me..."

You and Helena go to the interior of the mansion. You find Oran Van Tassel. You give him orders regarding your new property. The merchant is extremely surprised by the sudden appearance of a new “guest” in his mansion. But he is **** to obey your demands. He assures you that he will find Helena a secluded room with no access to sunlight, in which she can exist during her nap.

You give the red-haired girl orders to follow Oran Van Tassel's instructions regarding her new place of residence.

Then you go to the room where your sarcophagus is located. It will be dawn soon.

Therefore you fall asleep.

Dreams hardly bother your mind.

But there is one exception.

This exception is only a vague image of a girl in the dark. That strange girl who suddenly disappeared and left you with a mysterious symbol. In the fragmentary images of the dream, her face is hidden in darkness. A mystical symbol, incomprehensible to you, appears in the darkness above the image of the girl.

But all this lasts only moments. The main time of sleep passes peacefully for you.