What do you want from me

Thrown into a dimly lit cell, I landed hard on the cold stone floor. Pain shot through my body, radiating from the bruises and cuts inflicted by my captors. The cell smelled damp and musty, the air thick with the scent of mold and despair.

Rusted bars and ancient, crumbling walls enclosed me, making the space feel even more suffocating. A single, flickering light bulb hung from the ceiling, casting eerie shadows that danced around me.

I crawled to a corner, hugging my knees to my chest as I tried to make sense of the chaos in my mind. Carmen, a vampire? The idea seemed absurd, like something out of a horror movie.

And yet, the pieces were starting to fit together in a twisted puzzle. Her strange hours, her inexplicable strength, and her mysterious connections all pointed to a truth I had been too blind to see.