"Is everything ready?" a cold, voice inquired, its tone sharp and unyielding.
"Flawlessly," came the response, laced with an air of humor.
"Let's hope nothing goes awry," the first voice murmured, a trace of unease slipping through its frosty demeanor.
"What could possibly go wrong? He's just a kid with a bit of power,"
"Don't underestimate him," the first voice warned, an edge of caution sharpening their tone. "He's a very unique kind of vampire. He's been deliberately holding back to avoid unwanted attention. But corner him, and you'll see how dangerous a cornered beast can truly be."
"Is that so?"
"Yes. Now, summon the others. It's time we make our move and arrive there first."
...
On the Tyrant Bus...
Fang Ren rose from his seat with a natural grace, his movements fluid and commanding as he made his way to the center of the bus. Adjusting his monocle with a practiced motion, he cleared his throat, capturing the attention of everyone aboard.
