An eye for an eye

Cain slowly made his way down the stairs, ignoring the people working tirelessly to pile up bodies and those desperately trying to keep the survivors alive. His expression remained detached, his eyes cold and nonchalant, as though he hadn't been the one responsible for the carnage they were struggling to clean.

As he descended, the workers hurriedly bowed and knelt, the humans among them trembling with fear. None dared risk offending him. Better to mistakenly bow to the wrong person than fail to greet the one they were supposed to. Cain's youthful appearance only added to their confusion and terror; they had seen his pictures, but seeing him in person—so young yet so imposing—was a different matter entirely.

Yet Cain paid them no mind. He walked through the mansion's main doors and headed straight to the stables, where Frank had informed him Violet had been found. He didn't question why he felt the need to go there himself; his instincts guided him.