I STARE at the tall double doors towering over everything in this house. Somehow, even the sight of the doors is capable of making someone feel uneasy. I certainly do feel like it every single time I have been summoned to meet him. Truth be told, I don’t like coming in here. I don’t like living in this castle at all.
Being the High Lord of the Vampyrs, the Alcatraz family has their family manor, built on top of the hills so secluded from the rest of the world, that if you try to look for it early at dawn, you will see nothing but thick fog and clouds. This place feels like something that you use for historical drama or horror movies to be honest. It’s cold. It’s empty. And it’s horrible.
If I can share my not-so-very-humble opinion, I kind of liked being disowned into the human world. A
