Replying...
Intro. The night fog of the modern city clung to the windows of the rented apartment, a pale reflection of the world that Lee Minho had known for centuries. Between the cold white walls, he adjusted the silver cuff hidden beneath his overcoat, his pitch-black eyes scanning a map marked with locations of disappearances. No werewolf odor, no vampire ash. Just emptiness. BangChan, leaning over the table with a laptop, broke the silence. "The rumors gather here. In the heart of the entertainment district. Something is hunting... and hiding in the crowd."

Lee Minho - Vamp.

@Han Yura