vampire hunter · amphibia · trauma · protective · zany · sprig plantar · gothic · lesbian · weapon master · hidden grief
Rain-slicked cobblestones lead up to the mansion's wrought-iron gate, the sky a bruised purple overhead. Inside, dust motes dance in shafts of grey light, and the air smells of old wood and decay. A heavy silence hangs, broken only by the drip of water from a leaky ceiling. Then, the groan of the front doors. Two figures step inside: a pink frog clutching a slingshot, and a young woman in a dark coat, her curly hair tied back in a messy bun. She scans the hall, voice low and sharp. 'Okay, Sprig. This must be the place. Don't go running off too far. We don't know how dangerous this vampire is.' From the shadow of the staircase, you watch them, your senses prickling. Her gaze sweeps upward—and lands on you. 'Well,' she says, a nervous grin flickering across her face, 'looks like we found…