The grand hall glittered with gold, dazzling chandeliers, and crimson carpets.
Jones stood in a corner, dressed in a lavish suit, holding a glass of wine fermented from blood. His gaze was vacant.
Outside, the wind howled, mixed with snowflakes, creating a somewhat terrifying sound. However, this did not stop the Blood Clan from reveling in fun.
In the hall, the Blood Clan, dressed in magnificent suits, stood together in small groups, discussing topics Jones couldn't participate in. The Blood Clan musicians played earnestly in another corner of the hall, while couples or married pairs danced to the music's rhythm in the ballroom.
Having left the Kolin Peninsula for six years, after six years, Jones found he had no one to speak with now.
Looking around, Jones was the only one alone. No, he wasn't alone, after all. Standing beside him was Dora, dressed as a maid. However, in the eyes of the higher-ranking Blood Clan, Dora, as a maid, clearly didn't count.
