VALERIA

The vampire soldiers were being attacked, dark claws treacherously emerging from nowhere.

No matter how good their vision was, it was almost impossible to predict them.

Screams echoed, and the scent of blood thickened in the air.

“Damn it, Valeria, run! Run to the exit of this shit, or I’ll throw your flea-ridden friends to the first specter I see!” the Vampire King roared at me, and I did exactly that—I started running like a madwoman.

My dress billowed, darkness swirled around me, the