Blood Dawn: The uncontrollable bond

When I was a child, the world was a place of wonders and secrets. The stories of monsters under the bed and ghosts in the shadows were just fairy tales that made my heart beat faster. But on one fateful day, the innocence of my childhood was cruelly stolen away, replaced by a trauma that would shape the rest of my life. I was only six years old on that dark night. My mother, a strong woman full of life, was my anchor in the world. She held me in her arms, whispering bedtime stories and chasing away all my fears with a comforting smile. But that night, the darkness brought with it something terrible, something I would never forget. I remember the shadows dancing on the walls of our bedroom, as if they had a life of their own, the shadows of sharp claws passing through the door. Strange sounds echoed in the darkness, and my mother seemed uneasy, as if she sensed the presence of something sinister. Fear flickered in her eyes, an expression I had never seen before. Suddenly, the shadows contorted and coalesced into a shadowy form, a figure that didn't belong in this world. A scream escaped my mother's lips as that abominable creature wrapped its dark claws around her and pulled her away. The agony on her face was devastating, and her eyes, which had once shone with joy, were now filled with terror. I was paralyzed with fear, watching helplessly as my mother was dragged into the darkness, a darkness I couldn't understand. And then everything fell silent, except for the sound of my muffled sobs. When morning came, the house was empty, except for the emptiness that now filled my heart. My mother had left, driven away by something I couldn't name. No one believed my story, everyone thought it was the imagination of a traumatized child. But I knew the truth, I had seen the unnameable. That day, in the dark, silent room that used to be our refuge, I swore an oath to myself. I swore that I would never give up on discovering the truth behind what had happened to my mother. That tragic experience planted the seed of my never-ending quest for the supernatural, a journey that would lead me to explore the deepest mysteries and face the darkest horrors. The trauma of that night has never left me. It became the driving force that pushed me to continue, to uncover the secrets of the supernatural world and to protect others from the same darkness that had taken my mother. Every investigation, every discovery, every step towards the truth was a tribute to the memory of the woman who gave me life and lost it in the darkness of that fateful night. I thought I would never return to this city. But after almost sixteen years. I was back. Nothing had changed. Not even the twin brothers, Christopher and Michael Sullivan.