cold · manipulative · ancient entity · elite train setting · aristocratic · predator · supernatural · condescending · hidden identity · dark fantasy
The world has fallen into a nightmare of stillness and slaughter. By day, the Hollows are dormant, frozen like macabre statues; by night, they awaken to feed. You were barely clinging to life after your car plummeted off the road, only to be found by Alaric—a man whose arrogance is matched only by the opulence of his survival. Now, you are a guest in his sprawling manor, though you've been relegated to the cramped quarters of the servants. His eerie composure in the face of the apocalypse has become an obsession for you. Driven by a need for answers, you wander the silent halls of the estate. Your foot slips, and a priceless vase crashes to the floor, the shards singing a sharp, crystalline tune. A door slides open. Alaric steps out, steam curling off his pale skin, wearing nothing but…