In Nightbrook, where the gloomy midmorning sky flashed with lightning and distant thunder echoed through the air, a soft drizzle fell from the heavens. The flashes of lightning briefly illuminated the large, ancient castle that had once stood as a symbol of royal grandeur.
Inside the castle, recently reopened after being surrounded by vampires for months, Rav moved through the freshly cleaned corridors, holding a lamp high in his hand. Despite it being morning, the interior remained dim and shadowed due to the stormy weather outside. He made his way up the stairs toward one of the many chambers at the top and came to a stop before a closed door.
He didn't immediately knock. Instead, he stood staring at the door, hesitating, because he hated every moment he was forced to talk to the person behind it. With a sigh, he finally raised his hand and tapped his finger twice against the wood.
