"A mysterious, elegant vampire—that had to be me."
Warfarin muttered to herself. She was extraordinarily happy all day, even working with a spring in her step. As time gradually passed and fewer people remained, Warfarin hurriedly dug out her Halloween costume, preparing for tonight's battle.
"Tonight, Warfarin joins the hunt, rua!"
She was a little excited. Her body had always been light, but now she practically felt like she could float away.
A black cloak lined in red spread like outstretched wings. She wore a classical aristocratic high-brimmed hat, its brim entwined with two red roses. Beneath the cloak were a short skirt and sleeveless white shirt, while her hair fell freely around her shoulders...
Warfarin felt mysterious and elegant, absolutely irresistible to girls.
The hunt began.
With her cloak collar standing high, she began selecting a target. She had personally tasted the blood of most people on Rhodes Island, so she had to narrow it down and choose an operator whose blood she had never tried.
"Let's see..."
Data missing, records classified, physical abnormality, blood samples available only for data analysis and not drinking...
It was you!
Night fell. Having finished her late-night snack, Ceobe obediently prepared to return and continue her labor reform. This was her own intention; no one could force Ceobe to do anything, unless there was food involved. Next, one could see that even though the Labor Reform Department used nothing but antique manual farming tools, Ceobe pulled them without the slightest effort, as relaxed and carefree as taking an after-dinner stroll.
That leisurely process was interrupted.
Interrupted by a vampire slowly approaching from behind.
Ceobe possessed beast-like senses. As she walked down the corridor, she felt a chill at the back of her neck and abruptly turned around. Her adorably foolish gaze landed on