Who is Louis Lefevre? A serial killer? A psychopath? A vampire? He doesn't even know the answer himself. Louis wakes up in a sealed room, chained to the floor, with only a corpse for company. He can’t remember anything, has no idea how he got there, and the only thing he can feel is overwhelming pain. He has been hideously disfigured by someone. Any chance of redemption he ever had has been torn away from him by a tragic and senseless twist of fate. Escaping, understanding and remembering become his basic needs, alongside which throbs an overbearing hunger, the base desire for an unusual kind of nourishment.