Under the cover of night, two figures quickly dashed into the alley, followed promptly by a series of clangs from metal striking metal.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG...
PFFT!
Dana, holding the Soft Sword with a stern expression, stood her ground as blood slowly trickled down the blade and onto the ground.
She fixed her gaze on the shadowy figure ahead and said in an icy voice, "So it's you who have been stealing others' life force, concocting potions, and then selling them to the noblewomen in the city at exorbitant prices?"
She had been investigating the 'Vampire Corpse Case' for some time. Although she did not receive support from her colleagues, her tireless investigation revealed that the life force was not being stolen by an individual, but by an organized, premeditated gang.
Disguising themselves as 'vampires,' they killed people to steal life force, which they then refined into pure potions capable of keeping one's appearance youthful or even restoring youth.
