In the labyrinthine underbelly of Busan, a city where night never seems to end, reigns Choi San, a centuries-old vampire with control over the darker elements. His world is one of cold dominance and strict hierarchies-a place where humans are strict...
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𓊈𒆜 𝕵𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝖂𝖔𝖔𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌 𒆜𓊉
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Later in the day, after the light-hearted incident with the wardrobe, the tranquil atmosphere of the mansion shifted dramatically. I was in San's spacious office, absorbed in the elegant but enigmatic script of an ancient book, when the door burst open with such force it made me startle from my seat. Yeosang and Jongho entered abruptly, their faces etched with deep lines of frustration and visible anger, signaling a sudden and urgent change from the peaceful morning.
"What's happened?" I asked, my voice filled with concern as I rose to meet them. The intensity of their expressions—furrowed brows and tightly clenched jaws—signaled significant distress.
"It's the hunters," Yeosang replied, his voice laced with barely controlled rage. "Their numbers have increased, and they're encroaching closer than ever. They've established a new base alarmingly close to our boundaries."
Jongho, typically the epitome of calm, exhibited clear signs of agitation. His fists were clenched at his sides as he paced slightly. "Attempts to deter them have failed. They're not heeding warnings and seem driven by a relentless determination to uncover..." he trailed off, glancing at me with a mixture of concern and caution.
A wave of cold fear washed over me. Since arriving here, I was acutely aware of the potential dangers my presence could bring to San and his kind, but the immediate threat now seemed more pressing and real. "Do they know I'm here?" I managed to ask, my voice tinged with worry.
"They're unaware—for now," Yeosang reassured, halting his pacing to face me squarely. "But their persistent surveillance and probing are cause for concern. It's only a matter of time before they start piecing together clues."
San, who had been observing the exchange with a grave intensity, finally spoke. He stood from behind his grand, ornately carved desk, his stature commanding the room.
"We will not wait passively. We'll enhance our patrols and fortify our defenses," he declared with a firm resolve. "Yeosang, Jongho, assemble a dedicated team immediately. I want constant updates on their movements; we must stay one step ahead at all times."
"Understood, my lord," Yeosang responded, his voice firm as he prepared to execute the orders.
San then turned his attention to me, his expression softening slightly. "Wooyoung, for your safety, you must remain within the grounds of the mansion until we resolve this situation," he instructed, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. His touch grounded me amidst the swirling storm of anxiety.
"Of course," I agreed, though internally I recoiled at the thought of being a catalyst for such upheaval. I felt like an unwelcome burden, inadvertently drawing danger to those I had come to care about.
