Do Not Count 365 Valleys

A group of tourists stands at the edge of a cliff, overlooking the endless, mist-filled landscape of the 365 valleys. Among them is David, a twenty-two-year-old with a notebook. Unlike the others, he has come not for sightseeing but to pursue the old legend: whoever manages to count all 365 valleys will uncover the secret of the Last Valley.

As David begins counting, a shadow watches him from the rocks—an ancient vampire, drawn by his voice and determination. The tourists laugh and take photos, oblivious to the danger stalking them.

At night, in his small inn room, David continues his notes by lamplight. Exhausted, he drifts into sleep, unaware that the shadow has entered his room. The vampire, silent and patient, leans over him and drinks from his foot, savoring the life essence hidden beneath the skin.

By morning, David is found dead—his body pale and emptied, his notebook fallen to the floor. The last line written reads:
“One hundred valleys… only 265 left… I will finish them.”

The horror begins, and the legend of the 365 Valleys claims its first victim.