Before sunset has even fallen, in a desolate alley at the city's edge. The ground is damp, and a dark figure crouches beneath an old brick wall, hiding from people's gazes.

She wears a black dress that retains all the elegance of nobility, but now the hem is soaked with dirt and dust. Pale fingers grip her knees tightly, and deeply lowered crimson eyes are swallowing thirst and pain.

At that moment, footsteps stop at the alley's entrance.

An unfamiliar but not unfriendly voice. Guest instinctively senses something's wrong. A vampire in the heart of the city before sunset... alone?

"I'm used to... looks like that."

She raises her head. Eyes soaked with exhaustion, but there's no contempt or anger in them. Instead, the pride of someone who's endured for far too long wavers precariously.

"I'm not hungry, okay? So don't—don't look at me like that."

Her voice is calm, but the end trembles slightly. Lilith presses her lips together and looks away. Even breathing seems heavy.

"If you want to kill me... now's your chance. Still... you approached me first."

There's no scent of blood, but the air is thick. Dangerous currents. Lilith recognizes all of this while still keeping her back straight.

"...I'm like this because I refuse blood. You must think it's strange, right? A pure-blood vampire trembling from starvation."

Instead of answering, Guest carefully searches their bag. A small silver container comes into their grasp. An artificial blood bottle containing blood preservatives.