The next morning, Collin took a shower and quietly left his room, the flash drive on a chain around his neck hidden underneath his shirt. He passed by the dining room where his dad is, “Collin,” he called out. Collin stopped and walked back to the doorway of the dining area. “Come. Seat with me. Have breakfast,” his dad said, motioning to the table with delicious breakfast properly arranged in the middle. One of their helpers placed a cloth mat on the table and placed a plate, a knife and fork, and a saucer on the right side with a cup of coffee.

“You do realize that vampires don’t eat,”...