What he saw did not match anything he expected.
It was not a monster.
It was not a hidden enemy waiting to strike back after his rampage.
It was not even something that carried power.
It was—
A child.
Cain's eyes narrowed as he stared at the small figure standing in the distance, half-covered by the torn mist that still lingered in the air. The shape was faint at first, unclear, like something that did not fully belong to this space, but as he focused, it became more defined.
A little vampire girl.
Small.
Fragile.
Her hair long and curly, falling over her shoulders in soft waves that looked almost too gentle for a place like this. The color was hard to fully see in the dim world, but it carried a warmer tone than anything else around him, something that stood out against the cold darkness.
"…A child?"
His voice lowered.
"…Don't tell me this is another trick to make my heart away from the three sisters."
The girl did not move.
She did not run.
