Not long after—
The window suddenly shattered. A vampire dressed like a clown burst through—the one responsible for breaking the glass.
Sofia jolted inside Viola's body.
Jota didn't hesitate. He immediately drew a pistol and fired straight at the vampire's head.
BANG!
The vampire's head was blown apart, yet the wound regenerated with incredible speed.
"Huh… fate that cannot be avoided," Jota said casually.
The vampire took a fighting stance and struck forward with a punch aimed at Viola.
THUD!
The attack hit Jota's back instead, as he stood protecting her.
"Viola, don't just stand there watching!" he snapped.
Sofia's heart pounded. Fear of death wrapped around her—but she was even more afraid that the man protecting her might die. Her legs felt stiff, her mind blank, her body refusing to move.
"Oh? Is that girl a vampire too?" the vampire asked, his tone curious yet threatening.
"My instincts tell me she is."
Jota didn't give him time.
He raised his pistol again and fired at the vampire's head.
BANG!
"You bastard!" he cursed angrily.
The vampire's head regenerated once more—this time more slowly than before. His body was starting to run low on blood.
With swift movement, the vampire leapt out through the open window and vanished into the darkness of the night.
Only the curtains swayed gently in the wind, the sole trace that someone had just fled.
Suddenly—
BANG!
The door burst open.
James stood at the doorway, breathing slightly heavily. His face was tense after hearing the commotion from Viola's room.
"What happened here?" he asked seriously, his gaze sweeping across the room before settling on the open window.