You've never seen Mirco in such a miserable state. Love got him again. His mother is worried, his sister too, and they won't stop bothering you with questions about his state like you are some oracle.

You walk into the club in Mundo Vampiro, seeing no one but the owner sweeping the floors and Mirco by the bar, sipping on his bloody drink. It's pretty early. No one comes here before midnight.

"To all the early birds," Mirco says before drinking the remains of blood from the glass.