The next day, the same young man returned to track down the president of the Art Club — a person who, in his eyes, was highly suspicious.
The club president, a painter named **Moros**, was an eccentric individual who preferred dull colors and isolation from others.
Still, he was well-known for his strange and captivating artwork, often depicting mythical creatures — beasts and demons born from imagination.
For three consecutive days, the young man followed Moros, yet found nothing that could condemn him.
Even so, an uneasy feeling lingered deep within him.
That night, he sneaked into Moros's room for one final search.
After looking around carefully, he discovered a hidden compartment — inside it was a painting of a dead girl.
It was strong evidence, yet the young man quietly returned the painting to its place and left without leaving a single trace of his intrusion.
The following day, as night began to fall after classes ended, the young man went to the art room to confront the painter.
He opened the door, where Moros was painting behind it, then stepped inside and shut it tightly.
In a cold, steady voice, he said,
**"I found the evidence. You're the killer, painter."**
Moros, however, continued painting as if he hadn't heard a thing.
The young man added,
**"I know you have some kind of ability, so stop playing games with me."**
Moros stopped painting but didn't turn around. His voice carried a quiet, dangerous tone as he replied,
**"You're a troublesome one… I knew you were digging into this for a while. You shouldn't have involved yourself in a case that's going to get you killed."**
Suddenly, the wall exploded — and a creature, or perhaps a monster, emerged through the dust and smoke, hurling the young man violently down the side of the building.
He got up quickly and punched the beast with all his strength, forcing it back before standing tall again.
The monster spoke in a terrifying voice,
**"Looks like I've found another victim."**
The young man smirked, unfazed, and said boldly,
**"What are you?"**
The creature replied with chilling calm,
**"I am Dracula, the King of Vampires."**
What will become of the young man now?
And how will he face this nightmare that has just begun?