Blood vampire

Only then did Brawen look at the other picture again. After a few minutes of staring, she was so shocked that she dropped the picture frame.

On the red sofa, the part of the chair that no one sat on was slightly sunken, and the wrinkles on her mother's shirt were not quite right for her hand position.

In Brawen's memory, that hollow was the place where she sat, the crease in her mother's shirt was caused by the fact that she put it on her biceps.

At that time, it was only the middle of the twentieth century, of course without the intervention of technology, but even with photoshop or whatever, how could it be possible to pass the vampire's eyes.

At first, Brawen thought Owen did it, but that was completely beyond his ability, and besides, Owen or anyone else had no time to do it.

Thinking back on that, Brawen sighed. After all, what is existing inside small? Or is some terrifying force beyond imagination targeting her?

"What happen?" Riven spoke, pulling Brawen back to the present.

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