My name is Kal Adam—oldest of the Originals.*
The first vampire. The one they buried in myths and whispered warnings.
You walk beside us every day, blind to the monsters that wear human faces. We hide, not because we fear you, but because of the rules we carved in blood long ago.
But rules crumble.
And so does the world.
Cities burn.
Hope rots.
Gods are silent.
There are no heroes left. I was never one to begin with.
But I'm still here.
And if survival is all that remains…
Then let's see who's willing to bleed for it.