A year ago.
A black-sailed ship crashed through tall waves, moving further into the impenetrable fog that stretched across the sea like a blanket.
Inside the ship, gathered in the dining hall, several young men played cards while laughing out loud.
"Boom!" Damian laughed and slammed his cards on the table.
"You're so lucky, man!" Loki groaned loudly and put down his cards.
"Damian has that vampire luck." Henri shrugged his shoulders and lazily stretched his limbs. "No one can defeat him in the game of cards."
"Tch." Loki clicked his tongue.
In the corner of the hall, Apollo strummed the strings of his guitar, playing a calming melody that seemed to match the mood of the room.
Jake sat near a window, gazing out towards the starry sky with an absent-looking expression.
