Leaving the room, he made his way towards the dungeon where the witch was being held captive.
The council guards at the entrance of the dungeon bowed to Kione before opening the gates to let him in.
The witch was held in one of the many dark cells and shackled to her hands. She sat on her knees with her head hanging low as she waited for the final judgment to be made about her life.
When Kione stepped into the cell room, he picked up a chair from the corner of the room and dragged it across the room.
Placing it down, he sat in front of the witch, who had raised her head and had been following his movement all this time.
She glared at the vampire in front of her with rage clouding her mind.
"I must commend your smarts; too bad you could have done better." He said while placing a stick of cigarettes between his lips. He lit it up, took a drag from it, and exhaled the cloud of smoke out of his mouth.
"Y-you… How did you find me?"
