Whipping

His mind was filled with unanswered questions. What's the purpose of this room? What is this place? Why were they holding vampires captive?

Most of all, how does he get out of here?

He walked closer to the dead figure. He could see a hint of a tinge of purple veins through his skin, proof of his decaying body.

A soft meow echoed throughout the silent room. He turned and saw a small, orangish cat strolling through the dark room, jumping on the chair next to him.

Its own tail flickering left to right. Its pale black eyes looking in his direction with keen intelligence, alert and curious.

What followed was a small figure with pale skin walking out of the dark shadow. Where did she come from? How did he not hear her footsteps?

She was silent as a stealth ghost, her footsteps completely unheard. Sebastian has a strange, bizarre feeling—this woman is unlike the hunters in the hall.

Dangerous and deadly.