From a shadowed alley just ahead, someone stumbled out—A girl.
Her academy uniform was torn, her breathing shallow, and her right arm hung limp, dripping with blood.
Her eyes locked onto mine.
She whispered in a hoarse voice before collapsing on the ground—
"Help... Please…"
I blinked, then sighed.
"Can't even get a minute to breathe in this world, huh?" I muttered, crouching down beside her.
Her pulse was faint, but still there.
Whoever did this didn't intend to kill her—at least not immediately.
The real problem, however, revealed itself a moment later.
From behind her, someone stepped out of the alley's darkness.
A man.
At first glance, he looked normal—clean academy cloak, proper boots, neatly combed hair.
But his eyes were a deep, unnatural crimson that shimmered in the moonlight, and his skin was so pale it seemed to glow faintly.
And then there were the fangs.
Two sharp, elongated canines, unmistakably peeking out from beneath his upper lip.
The tips of them were still wet—red with fresh blood.
He didn't speak. Just stood there, watching.
Assessing.
His gaze shifted briefly to the girl on the ground, then back to me.
I straightened up slowly.
"Let me guess," I said under my breath, "you're not here to offer first aid."
His smile deepened.
Just my luck.
Now what should I do?
That man is seriously dangerous, and I am no match for him at my current level.
So trying to fight him would be pointless.
Moreover, I remember in one of the dialogues used at the ending scene of the first event, where the protagonist first meets with the student council president, Alicia Rowan.
"There are some vampires, sent by the demon king, to cause chaos inside the Imperial Capital.",
Those were the exact words of Alicia, as she sets the stage for the second major event, that is vampires' extermination.
If the one in front of me is really a vampire, then a lot of things like the incident inside the dormitory in my neighbor room would make sense.
And the fact that Monica retained her memories also mean that her actions might have triggered the second event to prematurely take place.
Anyway, if I run away from this place, then maybe I can inform the academy authorities about this case, and they would investigate further.
But, if I do that, then it would mean leaving behind this girl to her death crate.
So, the question is whether her death matters to me or not.
In my opinion, it's an easy choice.
I am a villain after all.
I don't save people.
I manipulate, deceive and spread chaos.
That's the role given to me by this goddamn system, isn't it?
I am definitely not the hero, not even a halfway decent person.
Moreover, with my elevated agility of 24, I think I can escape from his grasp, if I try really hard.
Yes, let's do that.
My hands were shaking, as the vampire closed in the distance between us.
He licked his fangs, with a devilish smile on his pale white face.
In my mind, I had decided to run away, but I couldn't even move.
Is it fear?
I am scared?
Scared of what exactly?
Death?
Am I not a regressor?
I can return back to a save point, if I die anyway.
So why am I scared?
I was so scared that I nearly peed my pants when he licked his fangs again.
Yeah, you can laugh on me for being such a scaredy cat, even if I could just start over everything.
I am also trying to suppress my emotions really hard.
While I had waged a war on my mind, the vampire stepped forward, his boots making no sound against the cobbled alley floor.
Past the girl.
Toward me.
Still, I didn't move.
I couldn't.
My legs were numb, and it wasn't because of some magical pressure or mental spell.
No—this was pure, raw fear. The kind that eats you from the inside out.
My mind raced, spiraling downward into itself.
The vampire's shadow fell over me. He wasn't even rushing—just calmly approaching, step by step, like he had all the time in the world.
My fingers twitched.
Run. Just turn and run, damn it.But something pulled me down, rooted me to the moment.
His voice broke the silence, smooth as silk dipped in poison.
"I spent weeks setting this up."
His eyes drifted down to the unconscious girl sprawled between us.
"Do you know how hard it is to find a pawn this perfect in a city like this? The right profile, the right trauma, the right bloodline..."
He tilted his head at me.
"And now you've seen me. My face. My fangs. My little trick."
He smiled again, but this time there was no amusement behind it—just quiet, frigid fury.
"I can't let that slide."
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