The world had fallen into darkness, a realm ruled by vampires, where humanity’s cries were drowned in the blood-soaked earth. At the helm of this new order was King Adonis, a cold and ruthless leader. Under his command, villages were razed, and the remnants of human civilization were crushed beneath the weight of his reign.

One such village, a small, nameless cluster of homes, had been reduced to ashes. Flames had devoured the wooden huts, the air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke and death. As Adonis walked something caught his eye.

Amidst the debris, a small figure moved—a little girl, her body covered in severe burns, her clothes tattered and stained with soot. Her breath was ragged, but her eyes burned with a fierce determination.

Though her limbs trembled with weakness, her tiny hand reaching out for a shard of glass. With a strength born of desperation, she gripped the glass. It was clear she intended to use it as a weapon.

Adonis observed her silently, his cold eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. This fragile creature was ready to fight. There was a spark in her, something that stirred a faint curiosity in the otherwise impassive king.