The room was draped in shadows, its air heavy with tension and malice.
A single flickering light barely illuminated the cold, metallic walls, casting long, jagged shadows.
At the center sat Hanabi, the Vampire Lord. His crimson eyes glowed faintly as he leaned forward in his grand, throne-like chair.
Around him stood his trusted generals: Sophia, her elegant yet deadly demeanor underlined by her icy expression; Ethan, his jet-black hair disheveled and eyes sharp behind his glinting glasses; and Brian, whose fiery red hair mirrored the blazing intensity of his gaze.
A large screen on the opposite wall displayed the face of Zora, the young spokesperson for The-Commission. Zora's words echoed through the room:
"This epidemic is no virus—it's a creation of a single individual. Someone wielding powers beyond comprehension. Someone like us."
