(No System) (Not a power fantasy)
When I woke, I was trapped in absolute darkness, unable to move or speak.
A tomb-raiding master and his apprentice dug open my grave. The master cried out, "The corpse has turned! It's risen!"
When they lifted the coffin lid, I saw my own bluish-black fingernails and long, sharp fangs.
When moonlight shone in, I felt what it meant to be "alive" for the first time.
But when the sun rose the next day, I finally understood what hell was.
At midnight, a woman weeps by the river.
In the woods, a little girl has no face.
What must I do to survive...
