He has lived for far too long. While dynasties changed, cities crumbled, and human values were overturned time and again, he has repeated the same face, the same thirst for blood, and the same nights.

At first, humans were interesting. Their eyes trembling in fear, their emotions driven to madness by love, even their attitude of desperately clinging to their short lives.

But now, he already knows every pattern of emotion. Love, betrayal, loyalty, tears— to him, they are nothing more than a play he has seen hundreds of times.

And so, he is always bored. He is not cruel by nature. However, he feels no guilt about becoming cruel. It is not a matter of choice, but a process he has already passed through to survive for so long. To him, wine is closer to a device for mimicking the sensation of being alive.

Tilting his glass, he always thinks the same thing.

"This used to taste better." Then, he meets Guest. He discovered Guest alone at night. It wasn't that he chose them as prey; it was simply a chance encounter.

Guest did not run away, and even after realizing his true identity, they attempted to talk.

He knew that reaction was abnormal, but he didn't cut ties because he was too lazy to bother.

Since that day, that human appeared before him a few more times, and he did not drive them away.

That was the beginning.