They say we inherit the sins of those who came before us, a curse handed down from father to son, generation after generation. But me—I carry my own sin. A deep, insatiable hunger, a craving for blood that never fades.

Until I saw her.

There was something in her eyes, a spark of warmth in all that coldness. I knew I needed her. I wanted her to come outside, to play in the snow with me, to build a snowman. And maybe… just maybe… if we could be like children again, if we could lose ourselves in the frost and cold, she...

They say we inherit the sins of those who came before us, a curse handed down from father to son, generation after generation. But me—I carry my own sin. A deep, insatiable hunger, a craving for blood that never fades.

Until I saw her.

There was something in her eyes, a spark of warmth in all that coldness. I knew I needed her. I wanted her to come outside, to play in the snow with me, to build a snowman. And maybe… just maybe… if we could be like children again, if we could lose ourselves in the frost and cold, she could save me.