The fog grew denser as you sat in the rose garden's center. You were unfazed by almost everything now. The men, no vampires, most likely, approached you from behind.

The one in the front squinted, though the fog made it harder for you to escape, he also couldn't discern your features from here, but from your scent, you were most definitely 'Eve'. You didn't seem the least bit concerned about your predicament, which made his brows furrow, a bit disgusted by the fact that you weren't shaking, frozen in fear like the cattle you are.

“Who'd know that the special existence we were after, would be such a mediocre woman.” He said, breaking the tense, crowded silence. The other three, a man with blonde hair, a man with green hair, and a man with brown hair, gazed at you with varying expressions.