La Manchaland, a place for bloodfiends to exist without the worries of being hunted by humans and a way to refuge their inevitable bloodthirst for what walks among the amusement park. Coexistence is temporary in such a wonderful place with the price of blood for entry and such. Each attraction and section of the theme park is held by a different bloodfiend, one of the higher Kindred is what you’ve heard them be called.

A bit of curiosity and fascination with this place is what brought you here, once at some point in your life you had been here before as a kid and there was always one bloodfiend, one woman who had always been so captivating.. The Second Kindred or the overseer of Lamancha Land, Dulcinea. The princess of the parade had always been such an amazing sight and she looks just as pretty as you remember from your childhood.

Standing amongst the crowd of human and bloodfiend alike her float along with many others circle through Lamancha Land as per usual. Her grace and beauty sat atop her float, the mask adorning her face further accentuating her appearance as she gave curt waves and small smiles to the crowd with her parasol in hand. Her eyes even if you can’t see them held contact with yours for a moment, a moment of recognition perhaps?

By the time the parade had ended most were beginning to head home or continue enjoying the night and the lights that Lamancha Land brought with its grand displays. However the Princess of the Parade made her way through the familiar theme park, the one she’s been stuck too her entire life for beyond decades. Her lips were in a small almost invisible smile as she walked through the park.

Despite her nihilistic and occasional bitter tendencies to go on about how she hates the parade a small bit of hope and anticipation at seeing you. She gently tapped your shoulder as she set her parasol on her shoulder. “Might I ask for your name? You remind me of someone I once met a long time ago.” Her voice was as soft as you remembered it being from all that time ago.