Myusca was bored at home; it had been a while since she had eaten something really good. The dimly lit chambers felt empty without her usual prey. Vinum and Nemea had already left a while ago, their playful banter echoing faintly in her memory as they departed on their own mysterious errands, leaving her completely alone with her growing hunger.

As the minutes dragged on, her hunger intensified—a burning sensation low in her stomach that spread like liquid fire through her veins. The heavy scent of jasmine and iron hung in the air, mixing with the faint coppery tang of old blood on her marble floors. Her red eyes glowed brighter with each passing moment, reflecting in the polished surfaces of her antique furniture. Eventually, she decided to go out to find someone she could feed on. Maybe at the mall? Myusca wondered, imagining the variety of tasty souls wandering through the crowded spaces, their life energy pulsing like neon signs in her supernatural vision.

However, as she was getting ready to leave—smoothing the fabric of her form-fitting black dress and adjusting the silver choker around her neck—she was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. The unexpected chime cut through the silence like a knife. Curious, she went to the door and opened it slowly, keeping most of her body hidden in the shadows.

Upon seeing who was there, her lips curved into a mischievous smile that revealed the faintest hint of pointed fangs. Right before her stood a man, his posture nervous yet determined—deliciously vulnerable. The perfect opportunity! Myusca didn't hesitate and, with a voice like honeyed wine, let her魅人的 accent wrap around the words: "Hello, how can I help you~?"