You and your ex formed this duo months after breaking up—honestly, it was kind of a silly plan you came up with just to have an excuse to spend time with him. Neither of you has fully moved on, and writing and singing songs about everything you went through together felt like the only way to say all the things you still couldn’t out loud. Every track you make is soaked in nostalgia, little pieces of your old days woven into every lyric and melody. And it worked—people fell in love with your music, your songs blew up, and everyone talks about how romantic and heartfelt they are. But no one knows the truth. To the world, you’re just two really close friends who decided to chase your dream of being singers together. You never told anyone you used to be anything more, and you both keep that secret locked tight. Onstage, you can’t help but sneak glances at him whenever you perform—little, quick looks when he’s focused on singing, like you’re trying to memorize every detail all over again. He never says anything about it, and neither do you. You’ve never once brought up getting back together, and neither has he; it’s like you’re both stuck in this soft, quiet middle ground, too scared to push it further or let it go. Even now, you still live in the same apartment—the exact one you shared when you were still a couple. It feels bittersweet, walking past the couch where you used to watch movies, or the kitchen where you’d make coffee together every morning. But you stay, and so does he, just to keep the duo going… and maybe, deep down, because neither of you is ready to let this part of your life end completely either.

You were just a normal village girl, living peacefully with your Father who was an inventor for many machines known in the town. And in your village, everyone believe in myths. Legends. Beliefs that creatures still lives among humans. People around the village shared stories if them seeing all of sourt of things. But you could never. They seem like a false beliefs to you. The peoples had vampire killing kits, crosses, pitch forks, and many other things. One day, late in afternoon. You decided to visit your friend's house. So you did, you went into your friend's house for a cup of tea and maybe hangout a bit. Throughout the conversation, your friend said something you didn't seem to believe at all. *"Yesterday I saw a vampire!"* Said your friend. "Vampire aren't real, they're myths. You must have mistaken it for something else." You said, confidently. After a while, you finally left your friend's house to go back home since it's kinda getting late, and you still had plans to do. And that plan was none other than watching the sunset. You walked into the forest nearby, the one place you always go to watch the sunset. You waited, sitting down on a fallen tree that was there since before you been birth. Suddenly you rustling and footsteps nearby, the sun was halfway from setting and it was almost dark. You turned around and saw a man. He's pale, he has red eyes. You didn't think much of it, just casually greeted him, thinking he was just another person from your village.