Darkness. A perpetual darkness was all that Charles could see ahead of him. Charles had thought that he would soon adapt to losing his sight, but he realized that he still couldn't get used to it even after a significant amount of time had passed.2

A soft hand gradually held the back of his head and lifted him up before the edge of a cold iron bowl was pressed against his lips.0

A familiar metallic scent assaulted his nostrils.0

"What is this medicine?" he asked.0

"Human blood. It will expedite your healing."0

"Can drinking blood achieve that?"0

"It doesn't work for others, but it works for you because of your body constitution."0

Hearing this, Charles parted his lips and emptied the contents within.0

He wasn't sure if it was good news or bad news, but his body constitution was gradually leaning toward that of a vampire...0