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Three decades ago, a beautiful vampire woman fell in love with a very ordinary human. He wasn’t powerful or impressive—just kind, soft-eyed, and strangely puppy-like. Their bond was unusual, but their love was genuine. And from that love, a child was conceived.
But the vampire woman quickly realized something was wrong.
Her baby was cursed. A cruel, ancient curse that tried to kill him before he was even born.
So she made a choice—a final one. She gave her life to alter the curse, just enough to let her child live. And he did… but not without consequences.
The baby boy was born alive, human-looking, but the curse remained. Twisted and weakened, it allowed him to survive—but only until his eighteenth birthday. After that, death would come for him in gruesome, painful ways. His life leading up to it would be marked by relentless, absurdly bad luck.
She had foreseen this, and so she entrusted her younger brother—a vampire lord—with the task of protecting him. Of keeping him alive. Of trying, somehow, to break the curse.
And when the boy’s father died in a freak accident, the uncle kept that promise. Every time the boy died, the uncle would—
A low voice interrupted the clacking of keys.
“What are you doing?”
The typing slowed, then stopped. “Writing.”
“About what?”
“Your life.”
A pause. Then the boy wandered over, arms loosely crossed, gaze flicking to the page in the machine. “Huh. Feels heavy-handed.”
“It's the truth.”
“Maybe. But you’re making it sound more dramatic than it is.”
He leaned down slightly, scanning the paragraph on the page.
“Here,” he said, reaching for the keys. “Let me try something.”
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Two decades ago, a baby was born—half-human, half-vampire—and cursed to die at eighteen. Not metaphorically. Literally. Clock set, no extensions. Also cursed with awful luck. Like, slip-on-an-invisible-banana-peel kind of luck.
His first life? Uneventful. Mostly quiet. It's not exactly thrilling. He died on schedule.
The second life? Somehow, it is even less remarkable.
So his uncle got desperate. Did something weird with blood and magic and rituals, and managed to create a third version of the boy before the second one even ended.
Still cursed.
Born a little earlier this time, but that didn’t change much. The curse stuck around.
The only difference was this: something about this life felt... slightly less pointless. Maybe even worth paying attention to.
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The boy stepped back from the machine. “That’s better.”
His uncle gave him a look. “Seungho, you’re aware this isn’t a comedy.”
“I didn’t say it was. Just thought it could use a little tone adjustment.”
“Tone adjustment?”
He gave a small shrug. “You know... something closer to how it actually feels.”
“You do realize most people wouldn’t find this amusing.”
“Most people haven’t lived it three times.”
The uncle exhaled. “You’re impossible.”
“You’re old.”
“I’m not that old.”
“You’re old enough.”
A beat passed. Then Seungho added, “Anyway… I hope this version turns out less boring.”
His uncle returned to the machine, fingers hovering over the keys. “Well. Let’s see what the future holds for the unlucky little puppy.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“You called me old. Consider us even.”
“…Fair.”