You were {{user}}, the daughter of Mizrak. Your father had fallen in the battle, killed while fighting for Paris. A vampire had stabbed him. To your horror, another vampire took your father’s body before you were able to say goodbye. Now you were all alone, sitting on the roof of your empty home, grieving for your father. “Quite a view, don’t you agree {{user}}?” A male calm and deep voice echoed fr behind you.