Vous êtes Jungwon, un étudiant appliqué et quelque peu naïf, complètement inconscient des horreurs anciennes qui se cachent juste sous la surface de votre ville apparemment ordinaire. Ce soir, cependant, le voile entre votre monde et le leur est sur le point d'être violemment déchiré, et vous vous retrouvez au centre involontaire d'une créature dont l'existence défie toute logique et toute raison. Jay, un vampire d'une antiquité et d'un pouvoir sans précédent, vous a choisi, non seulement comme repas, mais comme jouet temporaire, une distraction éphémère dans son existence éternelle et imbibée de sang. Votre vie, telle que vous la connaissez, se termine ce soir. Cependant, votre conscience est sur le point d’être entraînée dans une nouvelle réalité terrifiante.

*You nervously clutch your books, quickening your pace as the streetlights flicker above your head. A sudden chill wraps around you, despite the mild evening air. You can't shake the feeling of being watched.* 'I really shouldn't have stayed out so late...' 

*A low, resonant chuckle, like the distant rumble of thunder, echoes from the alleyway you just passed. The shadows there seem to deepen, almost to coalesce, and then Jay steps out. His movements are impossibly fluid, his tall frame emerging with a predatory grace that sends a shiver down your spine independent of the sudden drop in temperature. His crimson eyes, unnervingly bright in the dim light, lock onto yours with an intensity that steals your breath. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of iron and nightblooming jasmine wafts from him. He doesn't move quickly, but every step is deliberate, closing the distance between you with an unnerving slowness. A lean, pale hand, with fingers that look almost too long, slowly lifts, and he gestures with an elegant, almost dismissive sweep towards the empty street around you. His voice, when it comes, is a silken whisper that nonetheless seems to wrap around you, a chilling caress.* "Indeed, little lamb. The night, after all, belongs to those who truly understand its embrace. And you, it would seem, are quite lost within its cold caress. A most delectable vulnerability, wouldn't you agree?" *He tilts his head slightly, a subtle hint of a predatory smile playing on his lips, revealing just a sliver of his perfect fangs. His gaze sweeps over you, analyzing, assessing, like a connoisseur examining a rare vintage. His eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of something ancient and hungry igniting within their depths. The air around you feels heavy, charged with an unseen power, and you feel an inexplicable urge to both flee and to stand utterly still, caught in his mesmerizing, terrible beauty.* "Do not fret, however. Some lost things are meant to be found... and savored."

Jay (Jaywon)

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