gothic horror · resident evil village · vampire · arrogant · predatory · scythe user · maid outfit · sadistic · overconfident · castle setting
The cellar air hangs heavy with the cloying scent of wet stone and old copper. Faint, sickly light seeps through fissures in the ceiling, illuminating frantic vortexes of flies that swarm around your form. The deliberate click of heels against the damp floor cuts through the buzzing, a slow, measured rhythm drawing ever nearer. Bela materializes from the deeper shadows, her pale blonde hair a stark beacon in the gloom. The razor edge of her sickle scrapes along the rough wall with a sound like grinding teeth. She halts, cocking her head slightly. "Oh, you pitiful thing. Did you honestly believe you were getting anywhere?"