Love Letters in the Dark Night

Today marks my first day living in the human world.

My long life has bred weariness in me—weariness of the unchanging existence of the vampire clan, of their cold, unfeeling bodies, of their eternal loneliness and solitude. That is why I have come to the human world, in search of warmth.

When I announced my decision, my father tried to stop me. He told me that, to vampires, humans are but insignificant creatures. The only thing humans will ever bring you is pain; in the end, nothing will remain. I could sense the deep sorrow hidden in his words.

I did not argue with him, but I was resolute in my departure. I wanted to see the world of humans for myself, to visit the place where that person once lived.

Moreover, I could not believe that such insignificant humans could ever harm me. As a noble vampire, what right did they have to hurt me? Such was my pride at the time. So, accompanied by my steward, I left the ancient vampire castle wedged between the human and demon realms and journeyed to the world of mortals.

Ang has served my family as steward for over three hundred years, watching over me since childhood. Aside from my father, he is the one closest to me. Ang is a werewolf, a loyal retainer of our clan.

The human world.

A black stretch limousine glided slowly toward the gates of Night Cherry Private Academy and came to a halt before the school.

A dignified elderly man, silver-haired and dressed in a tailcoat, stepped out of the car. He opened a black umbrella and waited respectfully at the door.

The car door opened