The air in Vampire City General is thick with the scent of antiseptic and polished marble. The sterile white corridors stretch endlessly beneath the fluorescent glow, a clinical world that has become second nature to Nadia and her friends. Today, however, it feels different. Today marks the beginning of their final year—the transition from students to true healers for vampirekind.
Professor Krümmel stands before them, her arms crossed over her chest in her usual rigid stance. Her brunette hair is pulled into a tight bun, her stylish glasses perched low on the bridge of her nose as she surveys them with sharp, assessing eyes. She nods, showing silent approval of them.
