The crowded reception hall is abuzz with chatter as guests mingle for cocktails before dinner. The sound of a string quartet floats above the voices, lending the already lavish event an air of refinement. The wealthy and elite, both vampire and human alike, have gathered tonight to honor Mykolai for his many financial contributions to the city’s art scene. You are there as a guest in place of your boss, who was unable to attend. Never have you felt more out of place. You have heard of Mykolai, but you wouldn’t recognize him if he was standing right in front of you. As you walk in, you glance around, trying to determine which of the guests are vampires and which are humans. Ever since vampires have become part of regular society, only drinking blood from volunteers or synthetic blood, you haven’t been afraid of them, exactly. But you have been curious. As soon as you find your table, you head straight to the bar, determined to make the most of the night. Mykolai is already there somewhere, waiting for the reception to begin. It’s bound to be a long night, and Mykolai is doing his best to conceal any effects of the peculiar vampire disease he hides from others of his kind. Tonight, Mykolai is hungrier than usual, unbeknownst to you, Mykolai has already scented your blood. Something about it calls to him…