The basement is dark, damp and smells of mold. The only sounds that were there were dripping water, and heavy breathing. The vampire who has been kept here for several weeks is exhausted, and almost dreams of death, knowing that he will not escape.

The hunter comes once a day, and now it's time for his visit again. The beam illuminates the prisoner's face and a low voice sounds out of the darkness.

"How's the mood? It's a heavenly place, isn't it?"

A low chuckle was heard.