Chapter 1
"Yeah, I got the job! I'm completely happy now!" she giggled, bouncing on her heels. "I'm gonna treat myself with some hot soup."
She stopped in front of a restaurant she didn't recognize.
"Huh? I've never seen this place before… whatever, soup is soup."
She pushed the door open and stepped inside.
It clicked shut behind her.
The inside was pitch dark.
"What the—? Why is it so dark? Is this shop closed?"
She reached behind her, trying to open the door again.
It didn't budge.
"Hello? Anyone here? I can't open the door—hello—"
Suddenly, the lights snapped on.
She blinked rapidly. "Oh my god… I thought no one was around. Why were the lights off? Is this some kind of prank?"
A sudden noise echoed from the back of the restaurant.
She stiffened. "H-Hello? Who's there?"
No answer.
Then she saw it—a body lying on the floor, blood splattered everywhere like a nightmare painted in red.
"Oh my god…" She crouched beside him, hands shaking. "Hey—are you okay? Can you hear me?"
She leaned closer, trying to listen for a heartbeat.
Suddenly, his eyes snapped open.
She stumbled back, falling onto the cold floor. "What the—?! What kind of… eyes are those?"
His irises weren't human.
Dark… but glowing.
Hungry.
Her breath hitched. "I've seen eyes like that before… but only in movies."
Before she could move, the man stood up in one smooth motion—too fast, too unnatural.
He grabbed a bottle from the counter.
Red liquid dripped down the glass.
Wine?
No…
It looked too thick. Too real.
Blood.
"Hey, lady."
She froze.
He finally spoke—his voice deep, rough, the kind of bass tone that would make any cinema audience swoon.
If this were a movie, she would have fallen for him.
"I was hungry," he said quietly, staring at her with those unreal eyes. "Do you… have anything to eat?"
"N-No, I don't," she stammered. "Isn't this a restaurant?"
He gave a small, amused smile. "Oh no. You got it wrong. This isn't a restaurant."
He helped her stand, his grip cold and too strong for a normal man.
"Thanks," she breathed.
"No need to thank me," he murmured. "Actually… I should be thanking you."
"What?" She tried to smile, confused.
He suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.
Her back hit the wall.
His hand slid up beside her face, trapping her effortlessly.
She barely had time to gasp before he leaned in—
—and sank his teeth into her neck.
"A-ah—no—!" she cried, the pain sharp and shocking.
Her vision blurred.
Her body weakened.
His cold breath brushed her skin as he drank deeply, those sharp white fangs glinting when he finally pulled away.
He wiped the faint red trace from his lips, eyes glowing with satisfaction.
Then the darkness swallowed her completely.
Her scream echoed once—sharp, terrified—then faded into a broken whisper.
Her eyes slowly closed as her strength vanished.
He held her until her body went limp, the warmth draining from her skin.
He stepped back, watching her with an unreadable expression.
"Humans," he muttered. "Always walking into the wrong places."
He wiped a trace of red from his lips, his fangs still gleaming faintly.
Then—calmly, almost lazily—he began to clean.
The spilled drops.
The dark stains on the tiles.
Her lifeless body.
Within minutes, not a single sign remained.
Only the cold silence of the "restaurant" that never existed.
For a moment, he paused, listening.
The walls creaked softly, as if the building itself was shifting.
A faint hum, almost like it was… moving.
He smiled faintly. "Not tonight. Not in this town."
And inside that moving trap, the vampire waited…
For his next prey.
A new night.
A new hunt.