It's a normal day in Tehran, the capital of Iran. Very loud and crowded, like always.
A man in a very luxurious car is sitting, thinking and smoking a cigarette.
He opened the car door and stepped out of the car. He stretched his body slightly, but then, straight up, something happened... A notification came to his phone. He opened it and saw nothing— maybe just a...— but before he could finish his words,
suddenly, two guys with masks on a motorcycle came up to him and, with a knife, stabbed him in the stomach and ran away immediately. All of this happened in just a few seconds.
The man collapsed back against the car and slid down. Some people gathered around him and tried to help or call an ambulance. But the man was already dead....
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The same man saw himself in a space, all darkness and no light, with no clothes.
He opened his eyes and said: "What happened? Where am I?"— the man asked, but no one answered.
"Did I die? But man... I don't want to die. All of my life, what I was doing, all I did was work. No romance, no happiness, nothing...."—the man started to think about all of his regrets, and at the same time, he started to curl up like an ant that just got hit by a human.
"If I had one wish, just one, even the slightest... I want to live.. I want to live so badly. I want to experience what I wasn't able to experience in my life..."— he pleaded, but no one answered. He curled up more.
Then he started crying silently. His tears fell, not levitated. Just curled, like he was the only one who was levitating in that darkness. Then he said for the last time: "I can't accept it..."
"I can't accept it to be like this! Anyone who can hear me! I want to live! I will be alive and I will never give up!" —he shouted angrily and he stopped curling into himself. The shouting made that space tremble.
"God! Give me a chance! You never gave me a good life, but I always appreciated every single thing you gave me, even the smallest things! Now! I want you to give me a chance! I want to live and I will never accept giving up!"
At that time, a mysterious man's voice echoed in that space: "Very well, I will give you a chance, but don't waste it, because if you waste it, you will die for real this time."
The man eagerly nodded and said: "Yes, I will remember! Thanks, God!"
The space turned to full white gradually with a blinding light that made the man close his eyes.
But when he opened his eyes, he was at a very luxurious desk, sitting on a very luxurious chair. The office had a very luxurious design, a mix of red, black, and gold.
The man looked at his hands on the desk and saw long and black nails, pale and long fingers, and hands slightly bigger than normal humans.
He started to survey the room slowly. On the right side of his desk, there was a long and big mirror. He looked at it and saw himself, but he wasn't himself anymore.
It was a vampire, with black hair and pink pupils. He was indeed attractive. His body was muscular, but elegantly, not bulky. His attire was white with a mix of gold and silver in it, perfectly fitting him.
"Is that me?" —he asked an obvious question of himself— "New body, huh?" —he raised one of his eyebrows while looking at his hands.
But suddenly, he remembered memories that weren't his. He put his right hand on his head, feeling a very strong headache— "Ugghh! What are these memories?"
He searched his memories and at the same time said: "My family... My clan... My friends, even enemies of my enemies... Some kingdoms and empires.... All of them are my enemy?"
In his thoughts, he said: "God, I said I want to live, but I didn't say give me the body of someone who everyone wants dead. Oh fucking God, now what to do? Everyone is already my enemy except.... My wife?"
He narrowed his eyes for a moment and said: "Suspicious.... I can't believe my wife is not one of those people... But... My memories are shattered. I can't recall all of them...."
"And phase? Nexus? Will? What are these power names? Tetramor? Is this world called Tetramor? Limit breaker? Star level? What are these? Ugh! My head!" —he couldn't remember every memory of this body; they were fragmented and like a shattered mirror.
"I can't remember everything at once"— his eyebrows twisted and he continued: "But looks like my name is.... Dariush Farzad...."
He looked at the mirror again and said to himself: "The whole Farzad family. And other vampire clans want me dead, but I don't know why.... But I can't let that happen either. I can't let anyone come and kill me, and I don't want that."
His eyes darkened and he said: "I will kill anyone who tries to kill me. But... the bad part is... My body is at its weakest point. I can feel it."
He looked at his body and thought: "Lack of blood... I can feel that my body is extremely weak now. I can feel nonhuman strength, but it's weak. I can't do anything now. I need to be strong, but my enemies are coming this way to kill me."
He ran a hand through his silky hair and said: "I can't let it happen. I need to get stronger first, then fight, and more importantly, survive this hellish life. And surely, this is just the start."
Then suddenly, a gentle knock came at the door.