Inside an operating room.
Dim yellow light fell across the mottled walls, casting an eerie, ominous atmosphere.
The air was heavy with the smells of disinfectant and rust.
It was the kind of scent that inevitably brought blood and death to mind.
A doctor in green surgical scrubs and a green mask tightly gripped a sharp scalpel.
His cold eyes stared at the naked woman lying unconscious on the operating table.
She was beautiful, with fair skin, a curvaceous figure, and long orange hair.
Unfortunately, her body was covered in too many tattoos.
Just as the blade came down, the woman abruptly opened her emerald-green eyes and met the doctor's gaze.
"W-Where is this..."
Sorin Briz was dumbfounded. Why was she here?
This room, this man—she would never forget them for the rest of her life.
This was where Dr. Mengele had turned her into a vampire!
She might enjoy the power vampirism gave her now.
But the pain, fear, and despair she had endured back then remained etched into her bones.
"D-Damn it! What is going on? Wasn't I fighting that..."
Sorin instinctively struggled, trying to break free of the iron shackles binding her limbs, only to discover in horror that she had become so weak.
It was as though she had lost all her power and reverted to the weak, pitiful human she had once been.
That also made Sorin realize that she had fallen into an illusion!
But that was precisely what shocked her.
Her greatest ability was creating illusions.
She recreated painful experiences within people's illusions.
Then cruelly sliced them into "miserable chunks of flesh" with her scythe.
And now, she had actually been trapped in an illusion herself!
"So you're an artificially created vampire. Then the person who made you has even greater value."
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