"As you stand here before me, seeking answers, I cannot help but recall my own harrowing experiences," Benjamin Blackthorn began, his voice carrying a weight of melancholy. He glanced away momentarily, lost in the painful memories that had shaped his life.
"It was many years ago when I first encountered the vampires, those cursed creatures of the night," he continued, his gaze focused on a distant point as if reliving the past.
"They were cunning, seductive beings, masters of manipulation and deception. I was young and naive, unaware of the true horrors that lurked in the shadows."
Benjamin paused, a sorrowful expression etched across his face. "My older sister, who was just a child then. Her innocence and purity attracted them like moths to a flame. They sensed her vulnerability and seized upon it, ensnaring her in their dark embrace."
The Smithson family listened intently, their apprehension mingling with sympathy for Benjamin's tragic tale.
