We come into this world covered in blood, and we leave it the same; it is a bloodbath. For some it is violent, while for others it is peaceful. For me, it was a nightmare. I was born premature, a sickly and pale child. I died around the age of twenty-four by no fault of my own. My rebirth was traumatic; I awoke inside a body bag, drowning in my blood. I'm not entirely sure it was intentional. I don't know my sire's name or face. The one thing I know to be certain is that my name is Lattimore Saint, and I am a vampire.

And a hitman.

My name is Ilya Reshetnikov. I was born into a life of violence and murder. My enemies have enemies, and those enemies are also my enemies. In a world where you don't know who you can trust, becoming a vampire makes that even more of a challenge. My father wanted me to take over as the head of our family "business" one day, but all I have ever wanted to do is help people. I got a job as a nurse a few years ago after my transformation. I work at a clinic that helps supernatural beings. It's run by a strange man and his son; now I find myself being stalked by an eldritch entity who wears a face mask and a straitjacket. I want to find out what he wants from me, but he doesn't speak.