Thick white mist churned and parted as a tall, slender, pale figure slowly emerged.
He wore a black jacket and had dark brown hair, looking no different from an ordinary person at first glance. Only up close could anyone see that his skin was almost bloodlessly white, his sharp canines protruded slightly past his lips, and his eyes glowed a bloodthirsty red at the sight of a delicious meal.
"A vampire?"
Nightwing tightened his grip on his sticks and asked warily.
"Don't make it sound so crude. We are the noble Blood Clan."
The vampire looked languid as he flexed his wrists, his joints making faint cracking sounds. His gaze swept with interest over the two people before him, whose outfits clearly shared the same design, and a cruel, playful smile curled his lips.
"Interesting. I've run into two Nightwings tonight. Since when did Blüdhaven's protector start coming in pairs?"
Nightwing offered no explanation. After such a long investigation, someone had finally shown himself. This might be his only lead in the missing-person cases.
"Thirty-seven people have disappeared in Blüdhaven over the past three months. Was that all your doing?" Nightwing countered.
His entire body tensed, the Kali Sticks gripped firmly in his palms. His blue eyes were cold as ice, and his taut muscles were already primed for a fight.
The brown-haired vampire raised his eyes indifferently, making no attempt to conceal their crimson color, and openly nodded. His tone was casual, as though he had merely disposed of a bag of trash or stepped on an ant by the roadside.
"That's right. Those weak, mediocre humans had such pitiful willpower. A little mental manipulation was all it took to make them drop their guard and quietly follow me away. So convenient."
Nightwing's presence turned icy in an instant.