In the middle of the room is a familiar black rod with a golden statue of a gaping python wrapped around the top and its ruby-red eyes gleaming knowingly with dark magic.
The compelling need to stare at those rubies slams into me once again but this time around there’s zero hesitation in keeping my eyes off the staff.
Glancing around the room my eyes focus on the number of cells outlining both opposite sides, the caged doors keeping lock a bunch of immobile people simply sitting on the cold hard ground with open eyes and beating chests, but with zero sign of any consciousness.
Just like before, they appear similar to zombies than hybrid vampires created by Justin’s mother. They don’t have much about them, which makes them seem like they aren’t human.
They have all the limbs, skin, f
