Harker led Grey through the winding streets of London, past the grand facades of the wealthy and the squalid slums of the poor. They spoke of ancient legends, of creatures that fed on the life force of their victims, leaving them drained and lifeless.
"The Red-Eyed Demon is not a demon in the traditional sense," Harker explained. "It is a vampire, an ancient and powerful one. It has survived for centuries by feeding on the blood of the living."
Grey shuddered at the thought. "How do we stop it?"
Harker's eyes gleamed with a cold, hard light. "It will not be easy. Vampires are cunning and strong. But they have their weaknesses. Sunlight, holy symbols, and a stake through the heart. We must find its lair and confront it there, while it is at its most vulnerable."
The hunt was on. Grey and Harker scoured the city, following every lead, every whisper. They spoke to witnesses, gathered clues, and pieced together a pattern of attacks that led them to a decrepit mansion on the outskirts of London. It was there, Harker was certain, that the vampire made its lair.