The True Man

At 7,500 meters on Mount Everest, he froze to death. Not a heroic martyrdom, but a failure who even messed up dying. His family was cold tile reflections, school bullying was clusters of moving malice, society was a crimson laser line under a stamping press. He didn't believe in gods or Buddhas, only that existence precedes essence. Until he woke up as a 'work of art' kept by vampires. In this life, he won't be a god or a demon. He just wants to calculate who, under the sky, can define a 'true man'.