The moment the electrical appliances died out, the mansion was entirely bathed in the eerie embrace of a chilling darkness. Nothing but the light of the softly illuminating moon shined slightly in the light sky and gave some feeble lighting to the occupants of the mansion.
While hunters from powerful families received training to fight in the absolute grasp of uncertain darkness, this was not the case for more independent and weaker hunters who received no particular support for their growth and had to depend only on themselves for everything.
Standing in front of the door, with their guns and heavy weapons grasped tightly in their hands, the three guards gulped audibly as they watched the swaying figure shrouded in a dark cloak in front of them.
The figure's face was covered by a completely blank white mask with not even the slightest features that could be seen by the naked eye and an aura of dread and mystery filled up his surrounding.
