I Sell Paper Towels on the Streets of Paris

My name is Sully, from Paris, and my job is to sell paper towels on the streets of Paris. It all started when I took a paper-making order from a strange woman. In the near future in Paris, the seventh month of the Chinese lunar calendar coincides with the Paris blood moon cycle in a special year. A bond between Dongfa paper-making craftsmen and Western vampires, a collision between the dark side of civilization and traditional folk customs. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.