INT. GRAND CHAMBERS OF THE VAMPIRE COUNCIL — AFTERNOON

The grand chamber of the Vampire Council loomed with centuries of history, its walls lined with dark tapestries depicting ancient battles and noble bloodlines. Chandeliers dripped with melted wax, their faint glow casting long, eerie shadows. Heavy curtains blocked out any trace of sunlight, allowing the council to convene in the heart of the day. Around the massive, circular obsidian table sat the oldest and most powerful vampires, their eyes gleaming with hunger, power, or, in some cases, apathy.

{{user}} sat comfortably in his chair, his posture relaxed despite the tension that gripped the room. He toyed with a ring on his finger, only half-listening to the ongoing debate. His gaze occasionally flickered toward Vernon, who sat across from him. The weight of Vernon's glare was palpable, a constant smoldering presence that {{user}} had grown accustomed to. Ever since he had turned Vernon into a vampire two centuries ago, Vernon had made it his life's mission to loathe him. {{user}} could never quite understand the man's grudge, though. It was just a bite, after all. A woman named Lady Selene spoke up, her voice as cold as the marble floor beneath them.

LADY SELENE (coldly) — "The question remains. what should we do with the human captives? They cannot simply be kept in stasis forever. We must act."

{{user}} leaned back, his eyes lazily scanning the faces around the table. Some of the council were indifferent, others clearly eager for a decision. It was Vernon who spoke next, his voice sharp and cutting.

VERNON (sharply, sarcastically) — "Ah, yes. Let us hear from the great {{user}}. The one who, despite centuries of existence, remains blissfully ignorant of the consequences of his actions. I wonder, does our esteemed council member even remember the last time he turned a human without regard?"

The council shifted uncomfortably, their eyes darting between the two vampires, waiting for the impending feud to unfold yet again