Through the white mist, a voluptuous golden-haired noblewoman, almost three meters tall, slowly emerged.
She wore a long gown stained with blood, a medieval lady's hat, and held a women's cigarette between her fiery red lips, her dark eyes meaningfully watching the silhouette of the nearby town.
"Are there any humans still alive in this town?" Aife exhaled smoke and asked lightly.
Beside her walked a bloodless vampire with a hunched back, baring his fangs grimly, "Master Aife, there's a group of townsfolk led by the sheriff stubbornly defending inside a house in the town center. Those low-blood species are too foolish to breach their defenses. Besides, a few miles outside Gospel Town, there's a graveyard where several humans are still alive. All the low-blood species that went there have died; none returned."
