Brandon walked through the halls and into the dungeon kitchens for inspection, none of the workers were there as they were all scared that something worse than what happened previously would happen again.
He looked around for clues or something that would give off anything they could use against the vampires but there was nothing. Just while he was about to leave he heard a weak cry from one of the cells, he hesitated to go closer to it but after some time he approached it.
“Brandon” the prisoner said and he was surprised that the person knew his name.
“Who are you?” he asked summoning courage.
“We both have been pawns in the game of the power struggle amongst those who have already made a fortune for themselves, I turned out to be on the wrong track of all of it and now I pay for my s
