Smashing through a classroom window on the second floor, because why not, the vampire girl finally drops me to the ground, knocking the wind out of me as I dent the floor with my shoulder. Daised from the experience, I slowly get up while coughing.

  "What was that for, you psycho!" I breathlessly yell at the girl.

  "Yelling in my ear the entire time I was running, now while you stand in a corner or whatever thralls do, I'm gonna start thinking about how to prepare." giving me a strange look, she said, "You should probably look at your status now."

  "I-uh yeah, okay, but please tell me what's happening first. I don't understand anything right now at all." I nervously ask, sitting down on the floor. "I'm confused and scared. Please, can you tell me what's happening? Am I going insane or something?"

  "Hmm, how about we start with introductions? My name is Celeste Elena," she did a short courtesy. "What's your name?"

  "Uh, my name is Simon Brook."

  "Alright, now let me tell you what's happening. Monsters are slowly trickling into existence, and soon dungeons will appear, spawning endless monsters. Monsters like us already have the system, but everyone else will when dungeons appear or if they have too much contact with us or others like us. I know this because I was born by the system with this knowledge a couple of minutes before meeting you. Being blood starved, I sucked you dry, and being my first victim, while somehow surviving, you became a thrall, a slave race to serve vampires like me. That's all I know, so any questions?"

  "I- how?! How does any of this happen?"

  "Don't know, a bored god, demon, or a wizard from another dimension, who knows not me! Now go check your status already."

  "Okay, okay."

  Looking down, I realized I was wearing old brown pants underneath my hospital gown for who knows how long, as it completely escaped notice.

  "Okay, what do all these stats mean?"

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  "So power, durability, then flexibility seems to be the pattern, but what do the final three stats mean? How do I increase them?"

  "And what about skills?"

  "Can I get a new class, something other than paper pusher?"

  "Well, I think that's everything," I said, turning to Celeste. "Um, think we can get some of my clothes? I feel kinda exposed in what I am wearing."

  "Yeah, we can do that. Give me a minute, though. I just hit level 1 as well, and I need to choose a class."

  "You get to choose your class?! That's unfair. I got saddled with Paper Pusher!" she shrugs, "That's so unfair!"

  "Anyways, so we get you some clothes. Then the next step is to take revenge!" Declaring as she stood up, clearly proud of her planning skills.

  "Against who?"

  "The people who kidnapped my thrall, obviously!"

  "So you are going to take revenge against yourself?"

  "What? No! Where'd you get that idea? We'll take revenge against the people who kidnapped you and locked you in that room!"

  "The doctors?! They didn't kidnap me! They saved my life from your draining of my blood!"

  "Wha?! But then, what are we supposed to do until the dungeons show up?!"

  "Well, how about fir-" I fell as the ground started shaking, and stuff started crashing. "What's happening?!"

  Completely unperturbed by the earthquake. "Doesn't seem like we'll have time for clothing, Simon!" she grinned with viciously sharp teeth and bright crimson eyes. "It's time for the action to start!"