In a world forged by ancient gods, the first humans emerged—a race both violent and savage, yet sharing the same essence as their creators. This kinship bestowed upon them the potential for immortality, a gift that ignited a profound fear of death within their hearts. To safeguard this secret, the gods enshrouded immortality in death itself, believing it would remain forever hidden from humans, who now dreaded their own demise. However, in this act, the gods erred gravely.

Driven by a deep longing for release, some humans embraced death willingly, seeking an end to their suffering. Yet, instead of oblivion, they stumbled upon the immortality that was meant to elude them. True immortality, however, demanded the survival of the soul. Tragically, their souls did not endure the transition. Imprisoned within their undying bodies, the souls turned to stone.

These beings, known to us as vampires, do not seek blood but the essence of life itself: memories, the capacity to love, fragments of the soul. This they consume, not out of malice, but necessity, a desperate attempt to perpetuate their cursed existence.