Grey Strange Cases Chronicle

"Then tell me your name."

"Dorian L. Gray."

"Wait... Dorian Gray from Oscar Wilde's novel?"

"That’s right. But in terms of family lineage, that one is only my ancestor."

"All right. In Wilde's damned name, I’m going to give you one more chance to come clean, Mr. Gray."

Midnight, in an empty abandoned alley in New York.

The NCPD officer took a deep breath, ignored the corpse behind him that was bleeding white, and steadily raised the muzzle of his gun.

"—But before I decide whether to pull the trigger, I hope you won't keep insisting that what's lying behind me is a vampire."

"A blood kin, if that name is easier for you to accept... Calm down. I suggest you don’t waste bullets."

In the darkness, L looked at the undead creature staggering to its feet behind the officer and said flatly,

"Because the only thing I have in common with my ancestor is this: we both don't die."

(The first volume is complete, so feel free to read.)