A cozy yet sinister dining room inside the infamous murder house. The mayor, now more ghoulish and unhinged, raises a glass to the party with a grin—just before chaos breaks out. Plates fly, a blade is drawn, and the mayor is struck down mid-toast. Again.A grand, shadowy chamber with high gothic arches, crimson banners, and ornate stone thrones. Several vampires—ancient, elegant, and terrifying—hold a clandestine meeting. One speaks disdainfully of the mayor’s failure. A wall tapestry burns slightly from a torch, adding to the mood.Above the chamber, Edid hovers unseen, shrouded in faint magical shimmer. His white eyes glow softly as he listens in, perched on an unseen arcane breeze. Scrolls in hand, a notebook floats beside him as he takes mental notes.A spread of eerie, magically-developed black-and-white photos pinned to a corkboard or laid out in a flickering candlelit room. The images reveal blurry but damning evidence: vampire faces, sigils, gestures of command. A gloved paw (Boris’s) adjusts one of the photos with a pin.
