Manila, Philippines
Atop a small hillside stood a lone mansion. Its wooden exterior was reminiscent of the haciendas of wealthy plantation owners. A huge expanse of land with dense vegetation surrounded the keep akin to a fortress. The interior of the house was immaculately and luxuriously furnished. On the walls hung the portraits of a family of four, the owners of the house. Dinner was served on the table.
Everything appeared to be normal.
Except it was not.
The mansion housed a family of four and yet nary a sound could be heard.
The smell of blood hung thick in the air.
Outside were dozens of bodies strewn in a haphazard manner. Lycans. Each one had been killed before they had a chance to turn.
Inside the mansion, the television was still playing a children's broadcast but no one was watching.
They could not.
Everyone was dead.
