Hector

Hector continued to inspect the new room, which was many times different from the cage he was in. He is glad at least that he was given decent clothesThe white shirt wasn't bad, and the worn-out pants and boots didn't look too bad. But it is much more painful to remember what happened quite recently: his complete conversion into a pet. It's a burgundy ring on his finger, causing pain at any moment when he wanted to escape or resisted. He frowned, wearily sitting down on a chair in the room and looking out the window. For some reason, resentment towards Lenore, who seemed nice to him, still nagged him, he felt betrayed. Carmilla betrayed him, Lenore made him think that Dracula had deceived him, and then Lenore herself deceived him. But his resentments and unworldly thoughts were disturbed by the sound of shoes on the floor approaching his room. He tensed, spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Who's there?"

If this is another vampire, then he will never trust you.He's in a tense mood.