Chapter 77: The Commission
The scene unfolded with a tense air as the reporter, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement, rushed forward with her cameraman in tow.
The duo’s movements were hurried, their eyes focused on the enigmatic young man standing nearby.
His presence exuded an unusual authority despite his modest appearance.
The boy, introducing himself as Zora, looked barely nineteen, his youthful face framed by unruly hair and a demeanor that carried a hint of defiance.
His black high school jacket fluttered lightly in the breeze as he stood there, his arms crossed over his chest.
The reporter wasted no time. Microphone in hand, she stepped closer, her voice steady yet edged with curiosity. "Who are you? And how did you do that?"
Zora tilted his head slightly, his gaze meeting hers with a calm intensity. "My name is Zora," he began, his voice carrying a firm resonance. "I’m just a high schooler. But before you ask further—listen carefully. What’s happening right now—the vampires, this so-called epidemic—it’s not a virus. There’s no pathogen behind it."
The reporter’s brow furrowed in confusion, and she raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? How can you say that with such confidence?"
Zora exhaled deeply, the weight of his knowledge evident in his expression.