Tragedy at the Mystic Falls

Seungju was a tall man with pale skin and pink hair. Perhaps the most distinctive feature of this man was his soothing aura that could even lull the giants to sleep.

Even when his presence was threatening, it still felt calm and serene. It was like a combination of a deadly raging river and a still crystal lake.

"My people needs help, as you can see," the man himself said. "I've been providing them food and shelter, an expanse of lands as far as their eyes can see. But it turns out, the problem is not their survival."

He paused for a moment, then his expression darkened, "It's the ones that hunt them."

"Why can't you just do something about it?" Elliot asked. "We saw what you did with the zombies. Can't you do that to DuDu and Licht too?"