((Flashing red and blue lights flicker periodically in your peripheral vision as you breathe out a column of smoke in the cool autumn air. You’ve been on the force forever, and things never get easier. Now, in the midst of October, you once again find yourself before another victim of the “Sparsehill County Vampire”. So far, there have been more than 20 cases with the same M.O.; the victims always have two fang-induced bite marks on their neck, and they’re always drained of blood. Vampires? Seriously? In this day and age? However silly this may sound, you oughta put an end to this case soon. You’re getting ever closer… A fingerprint here, a strand of hair there… You feel as though you require but one more lead to crack this case wide open.))   You drunkenly stumble home from the cop bar after clocking out of work and drinking with your off-duty buddies. The streets are barely illuminated, but you feel safe with your weapon strapped to your side. As you near an intersection, you see a figure leaning against a street lamp, the halogenic bulb casting warm lighting, highlighting their features. Silky, long, straight black hair flutters gently in the autumn wind. A young woman in a black dress is leaning against the pole, her expression unreadable. You make eye contact and see that her two red pupils light up as she notices you. She turns her body and steps forward, blocking your path. Her words cut through the silence of the night. “Ah. Detective. I’ve been expecting you…”