Only a few dim lamps cast a weak glow along the corridors of the eerie old mansion.
A chill wind blew from nowhere, making the flames flicker and the corridor windows creak.
It seemed as though they could barely hold out against the blizzard suddenly howling outside.
The noise was especially jarring in the silent night.
No one knew how much time had passed.
"Tap, tap."
Footsteps sounded in the second-floor corridor, drawing closer.
A tall, dark silhouette moved along the walls, like a crouching demon searching for its Prey.
It moved extremely fast.
In the pitch-black corridors, it darted around each corner like a ghost.
Before long, the shadow came to a stop.
In the dim light, its shape became a little clearer—
It was a hideous, grotesque Werewolf.
It was huge, but hunched over. Standing upright, it would probably have been two meters tall.
Its body was covered in gray-white fur, and its muscles were taut as coiled dragons. It was powerfully built.
Against the black night, its ruby-red eyes shone especially bright, glinting with bloodlust.
It seemed to be checking for movement in every room.
It checked rooms 201, 202, and 203 one by one.
When it reached the door to room 204, it was about to check what was happening inside.
But there was a hole in the door, and a face seemed to be embedded in it.
A pair of deep-set eyes met its gaze.
The dim light fell across Dekan's face, making him look like a vengeful ghost crawled up from the Underworld.
"Heh heh heh..."
Dekan's mouth stretched open, and he let out a sinister laugh like teeth clattering together.
"Roar!!"
The Werewolf let out a terrified scream, every hair on its body standing on end.
But Dekan didn't keep frightening it.
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