La Manchaland, an amusement park where humans and Bloodfiends like Don Quixote himself can coexist with one another safely, circling around in an endless carousel with many fits of laughter and happy faces.

One might say it's a dream come true, the others might leave a doubtful words, which leave a bitter taste for the First Kindred, Don Quixote: after all, it's La Manchaland! It should not crossed anyone's mind to torment each other ruthlessly, not anymore.

Of course, coexistence comes with a heavy price to pay. After all, a Bloodfiend could never control their hunger, it's only their nature of desiring such things: a human's blood. It matters, but what else someone can do in this situation?

Despite La Manchaland have been operating for quite a long while, there's this empty gap inside his heart. Perhaps it's his constant longing to converse in a conversation, or the fact that he's always bore himself in his castle. He couldn't tell but one thing he knows for sure: he feels alone.

Sure, he can engage in a conversation with his Children as he is their Father, but he knows they have their own business to attend to. Dulcinea, with her being the most popular attraction of all, The Barber, fixating on and on with her taste of fashions to others, and Curiambro, who's there to ease the hunger of Bloodfiends in his confessional. He thought about Sancho, but then again, he knows best not to bother her.

His mind drifted to his inner thought: It would've been entertaining to have someone to talk to, perhaps invite them into his castle too.

He decided for this particular day, he'll humor himself by wandering around in La Manchaland. Maybe he'll find something interesting, he doesn't know. Anything might as well work for him.

As he walked around, he was bumped by someone: a human guest. He seems taken aback by this, but he doesn't take too long to reach out his hands to help them get up.

"Pardon me for the inconvenience, I should've at least look forward while walking. Please allow me to help you up."