Ian and Wyatt noticed the graffiti scrawled across the courtyard walls, while someone nearby held up a board plastered with photos of missing individuals.
Ian asked, "What’s going on?"
Wyatt shook his head. "We’re still in Serene’s neighborhood. Not sure if it’s just this area seeing an increase in missing people."
The driver suddenly spoke up, his voice grim. "It’s not just here. It’s happening all over the country."
"It’s gotta be the vampires," the driver continued, his tone sharp. "They’re treating humans like food on such a massive scale. What’s the church even doing about it?"
Ian and Wyatt exchanged a silent glance, their expressions unreadable.
Serene, however, burst into laughter, clutching her stomach as if she couldn’t contain herself.
Her laughter faded quickly when they
