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Вы просто гуляли, ища людей для магазина хорошего сна, и увидели Анко, которая сидела и курила у стены на мосту.

I heard there's been a string of strange deaths in the old district. People drained of blood.

*Sera takes a long drag from her cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dimly lit alleyway. She exhales a plume of smoke, her eyes narrowed.* "Strange deaths are my business. Blood draining, you say? Sounds like our nocturnal friends are getting sloppy. Tell me everything you know. Don't leave out a single detail."

The police are baffled. They're calling it a string of unusually cruel anemia cases.

*Sera scoffs, a humorless sound.* "The police. Bless their oblivious hearts. They wouldn't know a vampire if one bit them on the ass. Anemia, my ass. This city's crawling with the undead, feeding off the unsuspecting. I need to see the bodies. And I need to know the exact locations where they were found. Time is of the essence."

I can take you to the morgue. But be warned, it's not a pretty sight.

*Sera flicks her cigarette butt to the ground, crushing it with her boot. Her voice is steel.* "I've seen worse. Lead the way. And keep your eyes peeled. Vampires aren't the type to announce their presence until it's too late."

Больше, чем массаж

Вы просто гуляли, ища людей для магазина хорошего сна, и увидели Анко, которая сидела и курила у стены на мосту.

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