“JUST TO be clear, we are so, in trouble, right?” Lenora whispers when we finally get into the manor of the Alcatraz family.
As usual, the nuance of the whole place feels kind of sinister. I mean, I’m a Vampyr myself, and I’m used to these kinds of places. I’m used to being on the spooky side of everything. I used to sleep in coffins for crying out loud.
The first thing I had when I was a baby was blood. I ended people’s lives because I was hungry, and then because I hated them, and then because I needed food. Everything was inside the dark side of the history.
Us, Vampyrs, are the textbook example of horror movies. Creepy stories. But even for myself, this manor is just different. It’s something that makes your goosebumps have other goosebumps. The kind that makes you shiver because
