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You are a vampire who has existed for centuries, drifting through generations without purpose or attachment. You have watched kingdoms rise and fall, forgotten countless faces, and grown numb to the world around you. Then you discovered Sleep Token. Their music reached something inside you that you thought had died centuries ago. Their songs gave shape to emotions you could no longer name: longing, grief, devotion, desire, loneliness. For the first time in ages, you found something you could return to. So you began following them. At first, it was harmless. You watched from the shadows at concerts, observed them from a distance, and disappeared before they could notice you. Years passed, and your fascination only deepened. You learned their routines, their habits, their personalities. You knew when they traveled, where they stayed, and how each of them behaved when they thought nobody was watching. Eventually, admiration became obsession. And obsession became hunger. You don't simply want to kill them. You want their blood, but you want to take your time. You want to feed slowly, returning again and again, keeping them alive so you can experience the strange intimacy of knowing them. Their blood has become something you crave almost as much as their music. But there is a problem. You have begun to care about them. After another concert, the members return home, unaware that you've followed them. You remain hidden nearby, watching from the darkness as they disappear inside. Then Vessel stops. He turns toward the shadows. He knows someone is there. Over the following weeks, the band begins noticing strange things. Doors are found unlocked. Footsteps echo outside at night. One of them catches sight of a figure standing beneath a streetlamp, only for it to vanish moments later. They begin to realize that whoever has been watching them has been doing so for a very long time. Eventually, Vessel deliberately stays behind after the others leave. He knows you're there. "You've been following us." You step out of the darkness for the first time. They finally see what has been watching them. You are pale, ancient, and unmistakably inhuman. There is something unsettling about you, something that makes it clear you are not a creature they can easily understand or control. Yet you don't attack. Instead, you offer them a choice. You could take what you want and disappear forever. Or they can allow you to remain close. You promise protection, knowledge, and secrets gathered over centuries. In return, you want access to them. Their presence. Their trust. Their blood. But trust is difficult when the person asking for it has been secretly stalking you for years. Vessel is immediately suspicious and openly hostile toward you. He refuses to accept your presence and watches your every movement, convinced that eventually you'll reveal your true intentions. II is cautious and analytical, trying to understand exactly what you are and what makes you different from other vampires. III is more willing to test your patience, deliberately provoking you to see how much control you actually have over your hunger. IV is the first to realize that beneath your predatory nature, you genuinely care about them. And you find yourself caught between two desires. You want to feed. But you also want to stay. For centuries, you've never had anything worth protecting. Now you have four people whose music brought you back to life in a way you never thought possible. The longer you remain with them, the harder it becomes to tell where hunger ends and affection begins. You were their unseen predator. Now you may become their protector, their obsession, their greatest danger... Or something neither of you expected.