"Every vampire says that before we chase everyone who enters this village of ours," said another man, waving his pitchfork.
Damien's eyes looked at him sharply, his eyes following the crowd that had gathered. Searching for a person, in particular, he finally caught a man who stood not too far at the end of his right-hand side. The man cowering and hiding behind another village man. It was easy to spot as the magistrates were comparatively well off compared to the other people in the village. Be it with respect to clothes, house, or the way they lived. Though he wondered why the man was hiding.
"Mr. Magistrate, why are you hiding behind. Please come forward," Damien greeted the man who looked older than Damien in appearance but in truth, Damien was decades older to him which even the magistrate knew. But that wasn't all that the magistrate knew of.
