Blood-red eyes. Razor-sharp fangs. A gaze brimming with primal hunger.

If you ignored that feral stare—if you judged by face alone—one truth was undeniable:

This girl was absurdly cute. Ten times cuter than any beauty from my old world. Her face alone made hearts race.

Tragically, that lovely face was now fixed on my body with ravenous eyes.

I knew it wasn’t lust. She was preparing to do something else entirely.

She leaned toward my neck. Her intention was clear: sink those vicious fangs into my throat and drink.

Only one creature did that.

—Vampire.

I’d thought they existed only in novels and manga.

Yet here one stood before me.

The bloody reality made my head spin.

Wait—why was I even here?

"W-wait! Where is this place?" I stammered, shoving the vampire girl off the bed. I scrambled after her, lunging for the door.

She hadn’t expected resistance. Frozen in surprise, she let me go.

I grabbed the doorknob and twisted desperately. Locked. No matter how hard I turned, it wouldn’t budge.

—No… no way.

Terror clawed up my throat—fear of this strange place, fear of what came next.

Before I could react, she was in front of me again. Her crimson eyes pinned me in place. My unfamiliar body trembled uncontrollably.

With terrifying strength, she slammed me to the floor. My limbs locked, frozen under her will.

Her hand slid under my skirt, fingers tracing my inner thigh—

Then her teeth sank in.

Cold fangs pierced pale skin. Not pleasant at all. She found my vein instantly, drinking deep.

So she really was a vampire.

Now I understood: her outfit wasn’t cosplay.

This was the real thing.

"Ah—! It hurts…"

I couldn’t believe that whimper came from my own lips.

This pain was nothing like a mosquito bite.

Whoever claimed vampire bites felt good deserved death by a thousand cuts.

You couldn’t know this agony unless you’d lived it.

Yet as she drank, the pain dulled.

A strange, indescribable sensation bloomed in its place—itching, aching, something else entirely. Another moan escaped me.

Amid that bizarre haze, memories surged awake—

Memories that didn’t belong to this world.

If this were a novel, you’d call it a prelude.