Prologue

A tall girl walked down a bridge, her body slowly fading, like a mirage mist. From her slender fingers, a vortex of air sprang out, when she raised her hand in the air, the vortex spun, then rose higher and higher, and soon disappeared. Simultaneously the woman's body disappeared into the crowd!

The state of Detroit is no longer the same as before, the city has become a competitive arena for immorality, as well as other crimes that make anyone who hears the story shake their heads.

The city that was once victorious is now in a slump that is getting deeper and deeper. Warren, Pontiac, and Dearborn were originally America's top auto industry hubs. But now… everything seems ordinary!

"Have you heard the news last night?" asked a black teenager to his friend, the skin contrast between the two people was very obvious. One was black, the other so white, but they didn't seem to mind the difference.

"What news, Jake?" the white boy asked Jake. They walked down the sidewalk, winter had just passed a few days ago.

"A murder in a bar, not far from the slums," Jake replied in the lowest possible voice, making a sinister and scary impression, with a serious face Jake then put his index finger to his lips, then said again, "the killer ... wasn't found."

"Then?" asked the white teenager, apparently starting to take an interest in what Jake had just told him.

"The body that was found was intact, it's just… the corpse was really pale like someone had sucked the blood out of him," Jake continued. He didn't see the incident directly, only heard it from a news story on television. It just so happened that the news featured events very close to the area they lived in.

The incident occurred in a bar at midnight local time.

"You saw it yourself?" asked the white teenager.

"No, Thompson. If I had seen it myself, I would have run away. I saw it on the news. But how about tonight, we go to the bar?" Jake said confidently.

Thompson nodded. The man with glasses with an innocent face had never even been in a bar. So there's nothing wrong, to settle his curiosity, he went there with Jake – his best friend – to spend the night together. Many say obeying the devil's deeds is more fun!

Many of the pleasures offered by them!

…

The girl appeared like fog, present in the crowd. Her face was thin, and pale, with light gray eyes. Her skin was white as snow. She is very beautiful.

Several pairs of eyes stared hotly at the girl's appearance. Her clothes were completely skimpy, revealing a smooth and exposed back. The naughty whistles and the dirty words that teased her came out of the mouths of the young men in front of the bar and seemed to be ignored by her. She wasn't affected at all.

She was in front of the bar entrance, strolling casually, stepping inside. A noisy, commotion broke the eardrums, not to mention the erotic dances that accompanied the crowd that occurred in the bar.

Not long after, someone appeared behind the girl, with an invisible face, covered by a black robe, a tall, burly stature, one so conspicuous, two red eyeballs that looked so bright under the hood.

A hooded person touched the girl's shoulder.

"Don't forget your goal, instead of pleasing yourself," he said. A man's voice was heavy and hoarse coming from the hooded figure.

The girl turned around, then looked at the hooded man with a mocking look, "A little fun, I haven't hunted sinful souls like them in a long time. Come on, Ronin. This is fun!"

"Magdalena, don't you open it!"

Magdalena laughed, removing the hood over her head and hiding Ronin's face. There was a face that was so beautiful, with both eyes as red as blood, looking around the crowded room.

"That's the next target!" pointed Magdalena at the two teenagers who had just entered the room. They looked fresh and very young. Enough to quench her thirst.