Blood flowers bloom furiously, war cries pierce the heavens.
On this night, close to dawn, with the belated arrival of the special guest and their self-introduction, Miss Jane Winslow's diagnostic summary finally unfolded in full swing.
As the second specialist, the Vampire Yack was the first to be invited to speak.
Yet it was clear that, having skipped the leadership's opening remarks, he still felt somewhat unprepared and awkward.
As he pondered, Yack instinctively glanced around. Unfortunately, except for the pool of blood beneath the special guest's feet, no one else seemed willing to take on the responsibility.
Even the usually revered Elders instinctively avoided meeting his gaze.
"We don't have any concrete leads yet, but using the process of elimination, I'd speculate it has something to do with what's in the mist outside the city."
Faced with the group's collective reaction, Yack's confidence oddly grew, allowing him to offer a brief and feeble answer.
