Except Quinn. His Awakening screen had remained stubbornly dark. A Null. A zero. In a world where your job, your status, even your right to breathe clean air was determined by your Level, Quinn was already a ghost.
He survived on medical waste and the blood of butchered livestock. Each feeding healed his lesions by a fraction, but the hunger… the hunger grew louder. My Vampire System
He looked at his bloodstained hands. The hunger purred. Except Quinn
When he woke, he was in the colony’s waste-tunnels, covered in the drained husk of a giant sewer-rat. His own reflection, caught in a puddle of oily water, showed eyes the color of fresh-spilled blood. A zero
He stared at the screen. Then, with a thumb that trembled only slightly, he pressed . The pain was not transformation. It was deconstruction.