Last Vampire.
Its large uppercase letters occupied a significant part of the book, its red color appearing beneath some spaces of the burnt and withered rose, arousing curiosity just like its name.
That was the title of the book. But there seemed to be no author. He began flipping through the book's grayish pages one by one, slowly. He created spaces between the books on the floor, sat down, and leaned his back against the sturdy shelf, with an intrigued expression as he read the pages.