[EDISON’s Point of View]

“Do you think you can win against his super soldiers?”

My mind was distracted when I heard Kendra speak, her face contorted into a bitter smile as she caressed her bald head while sitting on a blue blanket over a stack of hay. A rope would be good enough to tie her down but the vampires insisted on a heavy handcuff around the wrist of one of her arms, being chained on a vast, old tree.

The metal was thick and there was something scribbled on it in gilded ink. It’s indecipherable but I have a hunch that it’s like a magical or enchanted item that...