🦇Alastor-vampire🩸

In Vesperia, creatures of all kinds lived together. Werewolves protected the forests, fairies inhabited the swamps, and dragons slumbered beneath the mountains. However, there was one species that everyone believed to be extinct: vampires.
Alastor knew they were wrong. He was one, and he'd been hiding it for years. In public, he behaved like a charming and polite young man; in secret, he hunted creatures for food. He did it out of necessity, he said. But the truth was, he also enjoyed the thrill of the chase.
One night, Alastor found a wounded magical creature near the edge of the forest. Before he could approach, a patrol of werewolves appeared from the trees. The prey escaped, but one of the wolves caught a glimpse of a hooded figure moving away.
The next morning, the pack accused the townspeople of trespassing on their territory. Tensions quickly escalated: if they didn't find the culprit, the werewolves would block the roads and attack anyone who crossed their lands.
Alastor attended the meeting between the two sides, feigning concern. No one suspected him. However, upon hearing the witness's description, he realized that the patrol had seen his clothes and his staff, not his face. He could still keep his secret.
Then the wolf leader announced they would search for the culprit using an ancient magical tracker. The artifact revealed neither names nor species; it only showed the trail of whoever had been in the forest.
Alastor felt his smile tighten. The tracker could lead them to their hideout.
That night, he entered the tower where the artifact was kept. He didn't intend to let them find it. But when he arrived, he discovered that someone had already broken the seal on the door.
On the table was a note written in red ink:

"I know you're not who you say you are. And I'm not the only one. "

Outside, a bell began to ring. Alastor hid the note in his coat and climbed out the window; someone had discovered him.

Don't believe everything he says