[Male vampire's P.O.V.]
It was another night in the alluring moonlight.
165 Shauchel Street, a top-class 40-floor hotel with bright lights.
There were at least two black wooden coffins in every room of the top five floors. No one knew that this was a hotel specially built for vampires.
There were many places like this in the world, and we were immortal. Naturally, we hold countless wealth.
4010 was the room I live in.
I never liked sleeping in a coffin. That's the kind of place I used to imprison my prey.
Before I left the room, a prey had just died from blood loss. It's a pity. Her neck was fair and slender. She was just my type.
Before I left, I pressed the "clean up" button, and a special waiter would come in to clean up the body.
It wasn't a bad deal for them. After all, they could chop up the body, freeze it, and ship it to some primitive forest, where it would be sold to local cannibals at a high price.
