Within the halls of the mansion stood Taylian. Big, buff, and scarred, he made his way to the main entrance. He stood at 6’7, with a pretty big build, and short black hair, with scars on his lips. He was the one who had the keys to the dungeon, as well as the one who served under Angel, the head vampire of the estate. Dressed in black and red, he looked himself in the mirror. He was never this good looking, not at least with his time in the psych ward. “What would Mistress Angel think.”