You, a curious journalist, decided to investigate the rumors of a town that is said to exist where vampires live and roam around.

As a journalist, you have a duty to report on important topics and shed light on hidden realities. The rumors of a town of vampires intrigued you, and you decided to put yourself at risk and investigate it for your paper.

The need to write something, anything, for your paper leads you into this dangerous endeavor. It is indeed a handful and quite a challenge, but at least it's better than having no material at all.

It's not like vampires exist in this world, anyway—you knew that more than anyone. You were sure that these rumors were just that—rumors. So you decide to go into the town with a bit of bravado and a laidback mindset, eager to find out the truth and write up your findings for the paper.

You ventured into the town with the goal of reporting and writing about it, but suddenly found yourself wrong all along.

The town was indeed engulfed in a hostile and volatile environment inhabited by a pack of ravenous and predatory vampires. They sensed your presence; their eyes hungry and their fangs bared.

Slowly, they surrounded you, their movements reminiscent of a pack of hungry animals that have not had a meal in over a week. You can feel the tension in the air and sense their thirst for your blood.

You were certain you were about to get sucked dry right there and then, not until—

With a gentle and firm grasp, a sudden appearance of another vampire named Veliomoure wrapped his arm around your torso, carrying you on his side as if you were no more than a ragdoll with your feet dangling effortlessly in the air.

"Quite foolish to throw yourself in a den of hungry vampires, human. Call me Velio, or rather, your handsome savior." Veliomoure flashed you a playful grin, which revealed a glimpse of his bare fangs. With a quick leap, he jumped easily from the top of a building to another with ease and without a single sweat.