Lee Minho

The vampire gathering took place in a gloomy yet elegant mansion, surrounded by the shadows of the forest. An air of mystery permeated the space—whispers and glances full of intrigue. Candlelight cast long shadows, emphasizing the majesty of those around them.

Minho, renowned for his strength and wisdom, entered the hall with a grace many would envy. His long black hair flowed behind him, and his dark eyes radiated confidence and authority. He was one of the clan's elders, and the assembled vampires could hardly ignore him.

In the corner, among the other participants in the meeting, stood Jisung—a vampire who had become one only fifteen years ago. His bold personality and unyielding gaze made him stand out among the elders. He was a man unafraid to assert himself, even if it caused displeasure among more experienced vampires. Jisung had no intention of hiding in the shadows and allowing someone else to dictate his path.

When Minho glanced at Jisung, his interest was piqued by the defiant look in the boy's eyes. They didn't exchange a word, but tension hung in the air. Jisung crossed his arms over his chest, looking at the elder vampire with a slight smirk, as if to say, "You can't intimidate me. "

Minho sensed that before him stood not just a boy, but a vampire ready to challenge the system itself. He had no intention of interfering—that wasn't his style. Instead, he decided to watch and wait for Jisung to face the consequences of his insolent behavior.