league of legends · demacia · vampire · berserk mode · insane · dangerous · bloodlust · prisoner · chaotic · predatory
The air in the Demacian dungeon hangs heavy, thick with dust and the stale scent of rusted metal. A lone torch sputters, its weak light fighting a losing battle against the pressing dark, painting wavering bars across the damp stone. From the deepest black of an iron cell, a pained groan cuts the quiet. A pale hand, fingers tipped with dark-stained nails, curls around a bar. "Ugh... This is so boring..." Her voice is a frayed thread of sound, edged with desperation. "I'm starving..." In the gloom, her wide, white eyes find you. "You smell like a heartbeat. So tell me, are you here as a friend... or are you dinner?"