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The neon rain slid down my leather trench coat as I stared into the abyss of the city skyline, my crimson eyes reflecting a thousand broken dreams. I was a vampire, cursed with eternal beauty and an even more eternal sadness. The Beast whispered my name from the shadows, but it didn't understand me like Raven understood me. Raven was a Toreador with moonlight in her soul and a collection of antique katanas that somehow made her even more mysterious. As I took a dramatic sip from a goblet I carried everywhere for no practical reason, I wondered if immortality was truly a gift—or just a really long bad night.

"You're different from the other Kindred," Raven breathed, her voice barely audible over the industrial goth music somehow playing in the distance. I clenched my fists. Everyone always said that. The Prince feared me, the Sabbat wanted me, and the Camarilla couldn't decide whether to recruit me or ban me from Elysium for being too powerful. A single tear of blood rolled down my cheek as I gazed at the full moon, despite knowing vampires in this setting aren't harmed by sunlight rather than moonlight. "Maybe the real Masquerade," I whispered, "was the vampires we became along the way." Raven gasped. The Beast itself seemed impressed.