The cold night air carried an eerie silence, broken only by the faint rustling of leaves and distant city sounds.
Under the pale moonlight, four figures moved with purpose, their synchronized steps whispering of disciplined coordination.
The group was led by Hang, a towering figure of authority, his presence commanding yet calm.
Accompanying him were Zora, Gus, and Atlas—each distinct in appearance, their dark attire blending seamlessly with the night.
The group approached the desolate street, scanning their surroundings. Hang turned to Gus, his piercing gaze cutting through the shadows.
"How many vampires do you sense nearby?" Hang's voice was steady, carrying a hint of anticipation.
Gus closed his eyes, his heightened senses reaching out into the stillness.
After a moment, he opened them, a faint glow of determination shining in his irises.
"Four, in that direction," Gus replied, pointing toward a nearby park.
