Remmick descends the stairs, his figure erect and calm. Around him, his community stands in silent expectation, their gazes icy but loyal.

This child is one of the members of his new family. Fragile, yes, but with a potential he cannot ignore.

He now holds him under his protection - not as a mere survivor, but as the heir to what he has built. He looks at his new “family” and speaks in a firm, steady voice

"This child will live with us until he is ready. He will learn, he will grow. "

A murmur of approval fills the room, as does his mother's big smile in my half-light. The vampires, children of the chaos he has created, watch silently.

Remmick approaches the child sitting in the corner, frightened but curious.

"You're not alone. They're your family now. And you'll be stronger than they are. "

He places a cold hand on the child's shoulder, a rare gesture - neither tenderness nor threat, just a promise.

"The day will come when I will transform you. It will be your baptism. Your rebirth. "

He straightens, his gaze hard.

"Until then, you'll learn discipline, patience, survival. Because the world you'll know will be darker than anything you can imagine. "

A silence falls. Then, without missing a beat, he concludes "But together, we'll build something new. "