The day dragged into dusk, with a tense calm settling over New Haven after the grueling work at the cemetery. Most of the townspeople had returned to their homes, shaken by the disturbing discoveries but relieved to have purged the grounds of lurking vampires. The wind picked up, whispering through the streets and swaying the lanterns, casting elongated shadows that danced across the walls. Even in their exhaustion, George and his closest allies remained vigilant, unable to shake the sense that something dark was still looming, waiting.
George walked through New Haven's central square, accompanied by Raven and Lucy. Despite the earlier victory, his instincts prickled with unease. The silence felt unnatural, every creak and rustle in the growing darkness making him pause.
