Foreseeing Your Death

"In every future the dream diviner has foreseen, you are destined to die by his hand."

Jing Peiran was once the brightest rising star in the Bureau of Anomaly Management, until an "accident" stole his memories and banished him to the fringes of power. Then one day, at a crime scene, he saw a ghostly blue mechanical glass butterfly fly out of the victim's mouth. Its wings came to rest on his fingertip.

From then on, he was haunted by prophetic dreams of death. Every dream pointed to the same end:

Fangs piercing his throat, warm blood reflecting a pair of icy golden eyes, while a silver-haired girl hummed a requiem from the depths of the shadows.

Feng Muye has kept watch over that midnight bar for nearly a thousand years, waiting for a promised signal. When Jing Peiran arrives bearing an omen of blood, the Vampire Lord swirls his wine and laughs softly. "Do you know? A dream diviner's prophecies never fail..."

"But I'll make this one fail."

As one strange case after another comes to light, the truth begins to tear through the surface of reality:

Behind a dancer's death lies a forbidden drug developed from vampire blood;

The missing superstar turns out to be a "perfect vessel" successfully fused with vampire genes;

And the beautiful portrait painted on human skin, said to devour whoever possesses it, hides an even deeper secret!

Most ironically, when the seal on his memories finally shatters...

Jing Peiran discovers that he was one of the researchers involved in the plan to imprison the core of the vampire race.

Now, all the clues point to a deeper secret:

His original decision to join the Bureau of Anomaly Management was itself a carefully planned hunt, with him as the bait.

The prey's name is Feng Muye.

Theme: The purpose of prophecy is to be broken