MasukTom and Bob led Drex to a private interrogation room, away from the main holding area."This is it? No mattress?" Drex complained."We need to talk to you, Drex," Tom said seriously. "There are too many anomalies in this case. Following your advice, we went to Mediyoung Company, and we found exactly what you described.""I told you there were vampires there," Drex said, his tone turning sharp."We found mass-produced goat blood," Bob added. "Neat, professional packaging. And then we received that CCTV footage from an anonymous source. It’s clear someone is trying to frame you.""If you know I’m innocent, why am I in handcuffs?"“Because we need your help,” Tom explained. “If we ‘arrest’ you, the real killers will think they’ve succeeded. It gives us a chance to find them while they aren't looking over their shoulders.”“But we don’t know what we’re up against,” Bob admitted. “You said there was more than one vampire. That’s a nightmare for us.”"And what’s in it for me?" Drex asked. "
Barbara, now burdened with the terrifying reality of vampires, could hardly find peace within her own walls. She felt a constant need to be alert, jumping at the sight of anyone approaching. In a desperate bid for safety, she threw her house wide open. Every window was unlatched, every door flung wide, and every curtain pulled back to let the afternoon sun flood the rooms.Casting a suspicious eye on her household staff, Barbara ordered them all outside to exercise in the scorching heat. Though her assistants looked at her with confusion and reluctance, they complied. Barbara watched them intensely, relieved to see that despite the sweat and heat, they showed no signs of distress under the sun."Okay, we’re done!" Barbara announced, her voice trembling with relief. "You can all go back inside and finish your work."None of them were vampires. At least, not the kind that burned.With her home secured, Barbara’s thoughts turned to Lea. She remembered Joe’s warning about the "sweetness"
Seeing the massive stockpile of "strawberry juice," Tom’s curiosity piqued. He made a bold request, wanting to taste the drink that seemed reserved for this exclusive circle. "Can I get one?" he asked. A staff member’s eyes flashed with anger. Instead of handing a bottle over, the man began packing them into a box even faster. "This is not for the public! Buy your own in the cafeteria!" he snapped. "I am so sorry, Sir!" the woman escorting them interrupted quickly. "This juice is specially made for a private charity, so it isn't for public consumption. If you’d like some strawberry juice, I can take you to the office food court for a fresh one." "Oh, I see!" Tom replied, playing along. Tom and Bob began to make their way out, but Tom’s inquisitive nature kicked in. He quickly made an excuse to double back. "Sorry, I have to use the restroom," he said, darting back toward the room they had just left. Bob remained silent, noting the visible discomfort of the staff. Moments later,
Barbara watched Jonathan tremble, her eyes wide with astonishment. Ever since he had seen the blood on her finger, his composure had shattered. It was clear his vampire instincts were clawing to the surface. "You want my blood, don't you?" Barbara asked softly. "Your blood is very sweet... I like it," Joe admitted, his voice strained. "Does that mean I'm in danger?" "Don't be afraid," he replied, trying to steady his breathing. "I won't bite you. Just relax." "Yeah, all right," Barbara murmured, finishing her meal. Jonathan retreated to the far corner of the room and sat down. He seemed to need a moment to regain control after being exposed to the scent of her blood. Watching him, Barbara felt a surge of pity. She realized that being a vampire wasn't fun at all. Jonathan clearly struggled with his condition, especially since he spent so much time interacting with humans. "Let’s eat!" Barbara called out. "You said you were hungry. Go ahead and eat, Barbara." "We’re eating toge
Drex, who was bored in the apartment, turned into a wolf cub and looked absolutely adorable. "How cute!" Lea exclaimed, immediately hugging him. "Hey, you're suffocating me!" "Who told you to be so cute? Mwah!" Lea said, planting a kiss on him. "Hihihi, hey, Lea! It tickles, stop it!" "Okay, today I'm going for a walk with my puppy!" Lea declared. She immediately got ready, put on a nice dress, and scooped Drex up in her arms. "You're so light! Why don't you always stay like this when you meet me? So adorable!" Lea said, squeezing him again. "I didn't know you liked the 'cute look'! Now, let's head out quickly. There are lots of reporters out there, so be careful," Drex warned. Wearing a mask and a hat, Lea looked like an ordinary woman out to walk her dog. No one suspected or stopped her. "Wow, we made it out smoothly! Let's get to the car," Lea said. Once inside the car, Drex shifted back into a handsome man. He casually took the wheel and drove them out of the building.
A handsome man sat relaxing and drinking in a nightclub. He drank heavily, even though he was alone. "Drinking alone, dude?" the bartender asked. "Yes." "Want me to introduce you to some girls?" "You mean sluts?" "Yeah, they're cheap and plenty of them are pretty!" "No. I don't like sluts; the smell of their sweat stinks," the man said flatly. "Hahaha, it turns out you have a sensitive nose!" At the same time, Barbara entered her father's club and took a seat in the same area. "Barbara! You don't come by often," Dion, the bartender, greeted her. "Yeah. Are the drinks still in stock?" she asked. "Still safe, though the premium stock is unavailable. I heard your friend has some." "Yeah, but I don't think he's sent it yet." "Wow, a business acquaintance? Is he one of your dates?" "No, he's a friend. He even rejected me!" she explained. "Haha, are you sure? He must be a fool!" "Yeah, he is. Give me a soft drink! I have to drive later." As the bartender got to work, Barbar







