I Am the Bigger Picture

At dawn, sunlight pierced through the clouds and spilled onto the Transylvanian Plateau, which was shrouded in morning mist, dyeing the white fog a faint gold.

A luxury car drove out of the mist and stopped at the border between Brasov and the neighboring city.

The car door pushed open, and a long boot stepped out first. Immediately after, a petite, red-haired girl emerged from the back seat, stretching her limbs toward the morning sun.

Another door opened, and a handsome, black-haired young man stepped out as well, cradling a Black Bible in his hands.

He looked ahead; the road shrouded in morning mist was somewhat dilapidated, the ground pitted and uneven, and the iron road sign stuck to the side was rusted, its lettering blurred and illegible.

Beside the road sign stood a warning sign painted with a vampire motif, notifying any living person who arrived here not to proceed any further.

Following the road deeper led to the vampire territory, famous throughout Europe and the entire world, where tens of thousands of vampires lived.

"What a beautiful day."

Famon, the Famine Horseman, praised the sunlight before opening the Black Bible in his hands: "It would be a real shame not to have a morning reading on such a fine day..."

Before he could finish, his head exploded with a pop, turning into colorful, pulpy debris that sprayed outward.

Ophi, the War Horseman, who had used a stone to blast her colleague's head apart, clapped her hands and warned: "Don't let me hear your annoying chanting today, or I'll beat you every time I see you."

Famon's shattered head rapidly restored itself to its original state. He glanced down at the Bible and sighed, closing it once more.

Only then did Ophi show a satisfied expression, turning to look