Xavier had always been vigilant about whom he placed his trust in, even questioning the motives of the Elder vampire. The memory of his parents' betrayal, leading to their tragic demise, had shaped him into a wary individual.
"You don't have faith in me...do you?" Elvira's once sweet smile had vanished, and the welcoming aura she had exuded earlier had dissipated. "I understand," she conceded, acknowledging Xavier's nod.
"You claim to have met my parents, but I have no recollection of you. It seems impossible. I would have sensed your presence and, at the very least, remembered our encounter," Xavier stated.
Amusement flickered in Elvira's eyes. "It's not my personal memory; rather, it belonged to a deceased family member. An Elder who perished while supporting your parents' cause," she
