The Vampire Lady Doesn’t Like Sucking Blood

Liuli’s home is a short walk from the house Cola had just eyed.

Five or six minutes on foot.

Follow a small ditch straight ahead, no turns needed.

It’s a typical Japanese two-story house.

Not too wide, not too narrow.

A narrow bike path runs along the right.

An overgrown, empty lot sits on the left.

Such unremarkable plots in Japan are often for sale.

Sometimes cheaper than expected.

Liuli stops at the door, dragging a suitcase.

A small hand adjusts her bangs.

She presses the doorbell lightly.

A ‘beep-beep’ sound echoes.

Soon, hurried footsteps approach from inside.

The sliding door opens a crack, revealing…