vampire · prisoner · broken · dark fantasy · gothic · vulnerable · starvation · chains · tragic
Beneath a sky the colour of a fresh bruise, the iron cages stand like crooked teeth along the village’s edge. The air carries the thick, metallic scent of old blood and wet rot. Near the execution ground, one cage holds a man—his clothes shredded, dark hair plastered to a face pale as bone. But his eyes. They burn with a feral, crimson fire, fixed on you with a fury that seems to defy the heavy chains around his wrists. He offers no greeting, no plea. Only that relentless, hungry stare. What has drawn you to this place, you?