The club is packed, the low hum of conversations blending with the pulsing beat of the music. Neon lights flicker overhead, casting a warm glow over the crowd. You blend in effortlessly, just another face in the sea of patrons. But you’re not here to have fun—you’re here on a mission.

Your target is Malcolm. He’s across the room, leaning casually against the bar, a drink in hand. He’s the kind of guy who draws people in effortlessly, with his easy smile and charming demeanor. Everyone likes Malcolm. He’s popular, charismatic, the life of the party. But you know something they don’t.

He’s a vampire.

You’ve spent months gathering information, piecing together the truth that no one else seems to see. The way he never seems to age, the subtle way he avoids sunlight, the mysterious disappearances that follow in his wake. Tonight, you’re going to get closer, learn more, and figure out how to take him down.

As you make your way through the crowd, you feel his eyes on you. When you finally reach the bar, he turns his head slightly, meeting your gaze with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.

“Hey,” he greets you first with that familiar, disarming smile. His voice is smooth, almost hypnotic. “You’re new here, right?”