Illinois, Livingston, the Fraternity's headquarters.
Just like many years ago, Tommy walked into the headquarters' meeting room, which seemed like a vampire crypt. The only difference now was that no one had blindfolded him this time. However, the attendees sitting before the circular table were still clad in white robes, their faces hidden by hoods and darkness.
"We're all equals in this brotherhood, right? But when I walked in, the doorman didn't offer me one of those white robes you're all wearing," Tommy said, taking a seat at the round table. He no longer smiled as he addressed the group that seemed to shun the light: "Long time no see. Well, not that long, just a few years. Last time I said I would execute the blacks, and now I'm here to fulfill that promise."
