Chapter 45. Hope (1)

The night fog draped the surroundings with an enigmatic thickness, a mysterious shroud that seemed almost palpable, ominously erasing whatever lay just two meters ahead. However, Hwang paid little heed to the atmospheric obscurity that veiled the mansion’s grounds, his thoughts wandering elsewhere.

“Where do you want to go?” NamHu asked, his surprise evident as the Witcher found himself accompanying the vampire through the ethereal mist. The two of them strolled through the meticulously kept garden, making their way towards the cavernous garage.

“I just want a drink,” Saejin responded nonchalantly, his gaze fixed on some distant point.

“And why don’t you drink right here?” NamHu questioned, slightly puzzled by the vampire’s peculiar behavior.

Saejin halted in his tracks, turning to face the Witcher as he drew nearer.

“If you want to stay, stay. This house isn’t…” The vampire’s deep, enigmatic eyes darted towards Seok’s bedroom window, his voice trailing