The news of the knight massacre had spread like wildfire, casting a pall of fear and suspicion over the vampire city. In the wake of the tragedy, paranoia ran rampant, and no one was above suspicion. After all, who could be trusted when even the sanguines, the very lifeline of the city, were suspected of treachery?
Within the cold, stone walls of the dungeons, the detained sanguines awaited their fate. They had been stripped of their freedom and dignity, confined to cells meant for the lowest of the low in the vampire world. Each day brought with it a heavy sense of dread, as they grappled with the knowledge that their lives hung in the balance.
The sanguines knew the truth behind the massacre, but they were bound by a dark and powerful influence that prevented them from speaking out. It was a force that lurked in the shadows, manipulating them like pawns on a chessboard, driving them to the brink of despair.
