The Monsoon Hotel was the final destination for many vampires. Neglected and empty on the outside, but inside, the rooms were luxurious, with a breathtaking view of the horizon and the sky, waiting for the sun to appear.
The hill where it was located was the highest in that region, nothing could block the perfect view. The vampires who had walked for so long in that world will see their last sunrise from there and disappear.
"I heard you'd be here," Daniel Douglas, the hotel's manager smiled upon seeing old Isaias, "do you like the view?"
Isaías didn't look at him, he just shook his head, "I've seen much better, but I don't have the energy to go anywhere else."
"The visions..."
"Uncontrollable," replied the man named Isaías, tall, with a dark complexion and eyes that were almost gray but turning red slowly. His black hair fluttered in the breeze, and his open white shirt revealed his beautiful chest, and over his heart the symbol of his wife.
