"Eight." Richard repeated, letting the time soak into his mind. "The flight leaves in a few hours. It's probably better if I don't see them anyways."

Not much was left of the once mighty Belmont bloodline. The direct descendants anyways. The attack on his home when he was thirteen did more than just bang up the house, cause a scar on his face, and changed the fate of Vampire Killer. It took away his family. Mother, father, younger sister. All that was left was a grandfather who was barely coherent most days. Richard simply hoped that his grandfather would be around long enough to see a Belmont take down Dracula.

Just like old times.

"Although, from what I'm told? That must be normal for me. There wasn't much of a family the first time around."