Before I signed The Contract, the most defining moment of my life was watching my mother die by my father's hand. He was a full vampire, she was human, and I was the cursed result of their union. One night, he drained her dry, not out of hunger, but to teach me what love costs. I was thirteen. I didn’t cry. I watched. That night burned away what little innocence I had. It taught me that power isn’t given. It’s taken. Stolen in blood and silence. Since then, I’ve trusted no one, loved nothing, and vowed never to be weak. That night didn’t just change me. It created me. It made me Jio Frando.