War Is Coming Communications.

Valentine's Day used to be my favorite holiday. I have no idea when that changed.

Okay, I admit it. I am completely overwhelmed here. Vampires, hell, souls. This is all way more than I'm used to. I'm a guy from Texas, I drill for oil. What the fuck am I even supposed to do here?

Also, someone coulda warned me not to Google my family name. My Daddy and my Momma are characters from some old soap opera?

Okay, so having drunk a lot of Ms Branson's incredibly fine bourbon (thank you for that, by the way, darlin') and woken up still here, I guess this wasn't some incredibly elaborate dream.

So, my name's John Ross Ewing. And can someone tell me just what in the name of hell y'all are talking about? Death? Seals? A Cage?

Y'all are inviting a world of hurt, kidnapping me like this, sending me to some creepy ass cemetery with a bunch of weirdos. And I swear, someone is gonna pay and pay hard. Question now is, who's gonna help me and who's gonna get in my way?