As the tiny supernatural creatures danced above in the sky, illuminating the night sky, a lone figure stood on the streets. It was a man dressed in a black trench coat that fluttered in the night breeze. He had a tall, imposing figure that towered over most who walked on the busy street.
He had jet-black hair and eyes the color of dried blood. He looked like a man in his late forties with a few wrinkles, but his face was still vigorous. With a cold aura shrouding his figure, this man continued to walk down the street until he arrived at a mansion.
The man didn't utter a word. He didn't have to, as the gate to this luxurious estate seemed to open by itself until two figures appeared and bowed before the man. Two figures with faces as pale as ghosts and eyes as red as blood.
They bowed so low that their heads were almost touching the ground.
"Sir Veylmont," one of the two vampires bowing their heads stuttered. "What brings you here? This is most unexpected."
