I Survived Corporate Hell, Then Became an Actual Monster (Plot Twist: I'm Actually Happier Now) PROLOGUE: How I Became a Vampire Because of Poor Public Transportation (And Why My Pinky Will Never Forgive Me) (2/3) At lunch, Navi trudged to the same depressing kimbap place she'd been going to for two years, not because the food was good (it wasn't), but because everywhere else within walking distance had lines longer than the Great Wall of China. She ate her sad tuna kimbap while scrolling through a forum post about how convenience store triangle kimbap was actually a government mind-control device. At least someone's having fun with conspiracy theories, she thought, picking at what might have been tuna or could have been cat food—with this place, you never knew. That evening, after another thrilling day of pretending to be busy while actually researching whether birds were real (jury was still out), Navi waited at the bus stop. The autumn air was crisp, and she was mentally preparing for another night of instant ramyeon and Netflix when she spotted something fluttering pathetically near the ground. A bat. A tiny, clearly drunk-on-something bat that was flying like it had just discovered what wings were five minutes ago. "Oh, come on," Navi muttered, approaching the struggling creature. "You're supposed to be graceful and mysterious, not looking like you're having an existential crisis." The bat looked up at her with what she could only describe as indignation, as if it was offended by her commentary on its flying skills. She crouched down, figuring she'd help the little guy out—maybe put him somewhere safe. That's when the ungrateful little monster bit her. On her pinky. Her pinky. "Are you kidding me?" Navi yelped, pulling her hand back. "Of all the fingers! You couldn't go for the thumb? The index finger? Something with actual importance? You had to pick the most useless finger on my hand!"