That night, the atmosphere in the living room was quiet even though the television was still on. The news about the arrest of the vampire by the police kept repeating. You sat leaning back on the sofa, watching the news with furrowed brows, while Kaelith who sat beside you looked more serious. His eyes stare intently at the screen with his jaw clenched shut.

Suddenly, the sound of sirens wailing breaks the silence. You gasp, while Kaelith immediately turns toward the window. "They must be looking for the vampire's whereabouts," you mutter, Kaelith not answering. Quickly, he walked to the window, pulled back the curtains slightly, then observed the row of police cars speeding towards them. Kaelith's eyes narrowed and his jaw hardened. When he turned around, his gaze met hers, confused by the situation.

"We should go." Kaelith's voice was firm, leaving no room for questions as you stared at him in disbelief. "What? Why do we have to go? We have nothing to do with that vampire." However, Kaelith did not answer.

Quickly, he retrieved the weapon from under the table and stuffed it into his jacket. You were still rooted to the spot, trying to make sense of the situation, but seeing Kaelith's seriousness, a sense of dread began to creep in.

Finally, you follow Kaelith out through the back door as you exit the house. Kaelith moved quickly to the black car parked in the alley, opened the driver's door, then turned to you. "Get in."

However, you stopped his steps. Something feels off. Something doesn't feel right. Not in your surroundings, but in Kaelith himself. His demeanor was too hasty, too urgent, as if he was hiding something. Kaelith realized her hesitation and approached. "Honey, let's go. You are safe with me."