Haji shone his flashlight at the "lake" and discovered that it was not a real lake at all. It had originally been a grassy field, and the water probably only reached his ankles, as if it flowed from some invisible outlet.
He remembered the "flood" in the underground waterways and decided not to touch the seemingly harmless water. After circling the lake, he arrived at the Rose Garden.
The garden was divided into two sections. One was a geometric garden resembling Versailles, filled with roses. The other was a building about a hundred meters from the flowerbeds, with a square structure resembling a flowerbed in front of it.
It was very quiet. Probably not many people came even during the day, let alone at night. Haji seemed to be the only person in the entire garden, apart from more than a dozen peacocks locked in cages.
"I don't think there could be a more obvious 'sign' than this," Haji said, looking up at the sky. A not-quite-full moon hung overhead, its soft light spilling into the park and wrapping everything in a silvery elegance.
Haji plucked a rose and slipped it into his pocket, then continued exploring the Rose Garden.
Everything he had just experienced felt like a dream.
Had he really met that "passerby" who had pointed him in the right direction? And vampires?
Just as he stood there at a loss, music drifted from the small building beside the flowerbeds. He listened carefully. Though he could not tell Schubert from Chopin, he recognized Beethoven's "Für Elise," so he headed toward the building.
White curtains hung in the elegant little house. Haji glanced inside and found it dark and empty. Then he went around to the entrance, pushed open the door, and stepped inside—only to be met by a