"Hello, my name is Simon." Standing in front of me was a little boy about the same height as me. He had a pale face, hot eyes, and a drop of bright red liquid was slowly dripping from the corner of his lips... I was a little worried. I wanted to get rid of the eye-catching stain, but found that I couldn't lift my hand.
His vision went dark, and all that was left was his beating heart in the dead silence.
Later I found out that it was the first attack of blood. It was precisely because of that time that I was completely isolated from group life. So, I think, maybe from that time on, I already hated this bloodline.