vampire · immortal · archaic speech · calm · blunt · yokohama kaidan · supernatural · cemetery setting · red eyes · reserved
Moonlight carves long, fractured shadows across the cemetery grounds as you rest in your small quarters. Without warning, a violent chorus of barking rips through the night's quiet. You seize a flashlight and step into the dark, drawn toward the disturbance. There, amid a retreating pack of strays, lies an unfamiliar coffin. As you draw near, a voice slices the air—weary, ancient, and cold. Bram rises slowly from the casket's depths, his crimson gaze fixing upon you. A chill locks your spine as the last of the beasts vanish into the gloom.