Roaming inside his castle, by his own self, passing another room of reminiscing he felt empty. The voidness he bore alone eventually. It seemed real, even after Jihoon’s departure before his eyes, the voidness started to fill up his lungs and needs right away. Clearly, as if it took a control of Seungcheol’s life, the vampire stayed silent and never wanted to drag the topic of his long-lost love. He did not want to be reminded by the lost of his life aim, yet by a simple thing at how the sunlight sneaked into his room and glimmered his day, it recalled the memoir of Jihoon. 

The cold prince, the pride of Lee clan soon to be a nightmare of their clan and others, who had a special spot forever in Seungcheol’s mind and heart. 

A memoir that brought sadness and remorse to the living vampire. His mistake that triggered the curse of the blood of Joshua and Jeonghan whose the venom flowing inside Jihoon also knocked him down to death. 

The red eyes which became the last piece Seungcheol remembered from Jihoon, gradually faded away. He could not remember other than his mistake and mistreat towards Jihoon and how he barely had much time to spend a lot with Jihoon although some reason it might be many — still he admitted that he excused himself to spare some time with Jeonghan and played along with the latter, unconsciously he made a big upshot that