In a dark room with a solemn atmosphere, an emaciated figure sat behind a desk while glaring at another figure kneeling opposite him with his head lowered.
"Forgive me, Lord, but we have failed to stop the ritual or capture the scientist."
The figure sitting at the desk looked gaunt, his cheeks pale and cracked, along with dry, grey hair combed across his head. Although the amount was decent, his scalp peeked through the threads.
"You failed once again, Curr?"
The Lord's voice was sharp, raspy and oozed with charisma.
He leaned on his palm, extending his long, bony fingers while browsing his desk and office with lazy red eyes. 'These useless branch families!' Opposite him was the leader and former patriarch of a vampire clan.
"Have the Vespera fallen so low, mere dogs can overwhelm them now?" He mocked.
