The moon bathed the woods in an eerie glow, casting a haunting stillness over the surroundings. The air held a heavy silence, sending a chill down the spines of all who ventured into its depths. It was not a peaceful serenity but a stifled quietude, pregnant with an unknown presence.
Rye trailed behind Leopold and the other vampire hunters, his steps echoing in the hushed atmosphere. Leopold remained tight-lipped about his family, and Rye chose to respect the silence, keeping his senses alert for any potential danger.
Encounters with active vampires were rare these days. As the city progressed, lesser vampires roamed freely, while the people became too preoccupied and complacent in their daily lives. They remained oblivious to their neighbors, unaware if they were genuine people or somet
