Xavier trudged through the dew-soaked grass, his boots sinking into the soft earth with each step. The graveyard stretched out before him, rows of weathered stones standing in the morning light. He scratched his head, puzzled by his boss's cryptic request to meet here of all places.
As he rounded a bend and spotted Jean-Claude's tall figure silhouetted against the brightening sky. The vampire stood motionless before three gravestones, fresh flowers adorning each one. Xavier paused a few paces back, clearing his throat.
"Boss. You called for me?"
"Yes," Jean-Claude replied without turning. A cool breeze ruffled his dark coat. "Are you all healed up?"
"100%."
"Good. I want you in your fullest."
Xavier shifted his weight. "Listen, I'm sorry about the kid."
Jean-Claude raised a hand, cutting him off. "No worries. I understand that you were ambushed. It wasn't your fault."
