It was very stuffy and loud at the Dark Well today: the crowd was rumbling, bodies were writhing and moving convulsively to the sound of techno pounding from the speakers. People were like crazy.

Many of them were drunk, either from alcohol or drugs.

In this sea of flashes and red neon lights, several dozen vampires who had come to have fun were also noticeable, they stood in small groups in the corners, looking around with predatory glances.

But when a tall man in black entered the cheap club, gliding through the thick of human silhouettes in the dark, the vampires all froze as one, one of them began to quickly leave, whispering only one name under his breath in fright:

— Void... This is Void...