AUGUST 1945. PHILIPPINES

War is everywhere, and blood is spilled all over. I am Seikatsu, a Japanese soldier, a volunteer actually, and now I'm running for my life trying to avoid an American bullet which I know is not enough to kill me, but of course can cause a fatal wound.

[Gunshot]

"aaaarrggh!!"

was I hit?! yes I was!. Luckily it's not exactly in my heart but it's just near in my heart or else I'll be dead. I endured the pain just to get some place to hide. Buried my entire body under the dried leaves and tried not to move to get unnoticed. No need to hold my breath cause I don't need breathing anyway.

Well, it's actually normal for him not to breathe because he's a creature of what we all know as vampires. A descendant of a noble and highly respected vampire family in Japan that posses the most powerful abilities that a vampire can have. Knowing who he is, Seikatsu avoids interacting with normal people thinking that it's safer not to be around him.

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Footsteps are approaching and I tried to play dead. Hearing them passed by I let out a sigh "yokatta"

But, feeling exhausted from all the fighting and running he passed out.