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Raven casually shifted into a new appearance and walked toward the nightclub.
She had expected it to take some effort to get inside, but surprisingly, the two bouncers at the door simply gave her a glance and waved her in.
Though slightly taken aback, Raven boldly stepped into the club.
Loud, pounding music filled the air. The crowd twisted and moved with the rhythm, while men and women, seated in the shadowy corners, indulged in their primal desires.
Raven's brow furrowed ever so slightly. As she passed through a dark patch, she paused briefly. Without anyone noticing, she changed her appearance once again.
But for some reason, as she moved through the crowd, Raven felt a chill crawl up her spine—like a predator's eyes were locked onto her.
She whipped her head around and saw several people staring at her, their eyes filled with wild desire and madness.
Yet the moment they noticed her looking back, they quickly forced awkward smiles and turned their heads away.
Raven grew more alert.
She had thought this place was just a seedy den for perverts and predators to satisfy their twisted cravings. But now, it seemed far more dangerous than she'd imagined.
She needed to find that girl and get out of here—fast.
After a moment's thought, Raven began wandering the nightclub at random. Her appearance subtly shifted now and then whenever no one was looking. But what truly disturbed her was that no matter what form she took, she could still feel strange, unsettling eyes trailing her.
Uneasy, she slipped into a shadowy corner and pressed Mike's number.
The call connected. Hearing his voice brought her a small sense of calm.
"I've found a lead. I'm in a nightclub right now, but something doesn't feel right."
"A nightclub? Which one?"
"Blood Rose."
"What a crappy name."
Mike couldn't help but comment. Before Raven could respond, he added, "I'll stay on the line with you."
Raven smiled faintly and murmured a soft "Mm."
This place truly gave her a bad feeling. If it hadn't, she never would have called Mike.
Meanwhile, as Raven searched for clues, another sharply dressed man with a receding hairline entered the club.
Coulson.
He glanced around at the wild and chaotic scene, hesitated, and turned to head back toward the entrance.
But the door had already been locked.
He knocked twice. No response. It was as if the guards who had been at the entrance earlier had completely vanished.
Reaching for the gun at his waist, Coulson felt a bit more grounded. He pressed his earpiece and said, "You're sure that person entered here?"
"Yes, sir."
"Stand by. Once I give the signal, you're to storm the place. Something here feels off."
"Yes, sir."
With confirmation received, Coulson pushed into the crowd, beginning his search for the target.
Soon enough, he began to feel the same as Raven—those eerie, unnatural gazes that seemed to follow his every move sent chills down his spine.
At that moment, faint metallic sounds—barely audible over the thundering music—began to ring out.
Unnoticed by the crowd, steel panels quietly dropped down over the doors and windows, sealing them shut. At the same time, several iron cages descended onto the round stage in the center of the dance floor.
Inside the cages were several naked young girls. They were huddled in fear, shivering, their vacant eyes staring blankly at the surrounding crowd.
Raven's gaze sharpened as she locked onto one of them.
The blonde girl in the center cage—that was the one she had come for.
Upon witnessing the scene, some people on the dance floor frowned.
This was going too far.
Just then, the loud music suddenly stopped, and the frenzied crowd fell silent. The entire nightclub went still.
A man dressed in a white shirt and white pants appeared in front of the cages.
Holding a microphone and wearing an eerie smile, he said, "Tonight is our night of revelry! Indulge yourselves, my brethren! I hereby declare—the blood feast begins!"
The moment his words fell, wild music resumed.
And as the beat pulsed through the club, liquid began to spray from the ceiling.
A single droplet landed on Raven's hand. She looked down, frowned—and her eyes narrowed sharply.
It was blood.
A torrent of blood rained down from the ceiling.
In an instant, it was as though the entire world had turned into a storm of blood.
Some of the people who had wandered into the club by mistake—those who had been excited by the wild atmosphere—were now frozen, their hearts gripped by fear as they stared in horror at what was happening.
But the majority of the crowd kept dancing, frenzied, immersed in the blood rain like demons from hell.
Still holding the microphone, the man in the white shirt tilted his head back and drank deeply from the downpour. As the blood poured into his mouth, his teeth transformed into fangs. Then he roared, "Feast! Devour the snacks that came to us willingly!"
As for the girls locked in the cages—they would be the grand delicacy served at the climax of the night.
Blood rain? Snacks?
Coulson's eyes narrowed as he reached for his communicator.
But—only a wave of static greeted him.
Electromagnetic interference?
His expression darkened. Just as two nearby individuals turned to look at him with twisted expressions, he quickly stepped back.
Elsewhere, Raven also realized her phone—meant to stay connected—had gone dead. As pairs of sinister eyes began turning her way, she swiftly retreated.
But the owners of those eyes followed relentlessly, baring their sharp, white fangs.
Vampires.
Raven's eyes narrowed.
She had only ever heard rumors about these monsters—tales of them hiding among humans. But she had never seen one in person—let alone so many of them all at once.
"Aahhh!"
A piercing scream suddenly erupted inside the nightclub, cutting through even the loud, grating music.
And then—screams followed one after another in rapid succession.
The people who had wandered in by accident, or had been lured here by the vampires, were now being turned into delicacies for the feast.
"Roar!"
Several vampires lunged toward Raven.
Her amber eyes flashed as she kicked one squarely in the chest, sending it flying. At the same time, she spun and delivered a sweeping kick to another vampire's head.
The sudden burst of power twisted the vampire's head around twice.
But the others showed no fear—instead, they became even more frenzied and charged in with greater ferocity.
"Hmph!"
Raven snorted coldly.
The call had dropped. But Mike would arrive soon—she was sure of it.
At the same time, Coulson remained calm as he fought and retreated.
His gun spat out bullets continuously, but to his frustration, even when he shot the vampires in the head, they only staggered for a moment before continuing to charge him, completely unfazed.
"Nice shooting—but bullets won't kill them."
A low voice sounded from behind him.
Coulson flinched and turned. "Mr. Brooks?"
"Call me Blade. And…"
The tall, broad-shouldered Black man in a black trench coat grinned wide, his gleaming white teeth so bright they made Coulson squint.
"Follow me. Fun, isn't it?"
(End of Chapter)