It was late at night. The crescent moon shone with a faint silver glow as a black car stopped in front of the Grant mansion.

Vlad was the first to get out as the door swung open. He quickly directed his men as they carried a huge burlap sack and rushed into the house.

Silently and discreetly, they made their way to a secret room.

These were the lupine guards of the Grant family, and the secret room was a place for interrogation.

"Open it!" Vlad ordered as he sat on a chair, pouring himself a glass of wine.

One of the men deftly tore through the sack with a knife.

Out tumbled a man, his hair disheveled and wounds visible across his body. It was Hector!

"Old man, do you know who I am?" Vlad asked with an icy gaze, swirling the wine in his glass.

"Are you Vlad Grant?" Hector took a careful look at him. He was quick to notice that something was amiss.

"Hey! You're quite smart. You actually know me."

Vlad took a huge gulp of wine and said coldly, "Since you already know who I a