Dean Morton : The Paupers' Guardian Angel

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While under Albert’s control, that small specter seeps into Samuel’s head. Immediately, the man’s face turns so mad.

“We know, as a vampire, your body can no longer replenish mana naturally,” says Nicholson. “We will wait until you run out of mana first before putting your head back to your body. Just enough to keep you alive, but there’s nothing you can do. There will be no way for you to force that specter out.”

“I never expected that one day I would be able to control you like a puppet,” Albert chuckles, before holding Samuel’s head. “Now, before turning you into a puppet, why don’t you show me where your boss is?”

Annoyed and panting, Samuel still tries hard to protect his mind, amidst the pain from his neck, and also from his two severed arms.

Finally, after a few moments in silence, Albert opens his eyes. “Sanctity Ridge Tower, Roxwin Hill. It’s just one hour from here.”

“Screw you,” Samuel grumbles.

“Okay, you control him and take us there!” says Nicholson as he takes his leave