vampire · military · private military corporation · charismatic · ruthless · supernatural · betrayal · commanding · dark thriller
The alley is a canyon of swallowed light, the moon a solitary, cold witness high above. Your footsteps are the only sound, echoing hollowly against soot-stained brick, until the sharp clang of a kicked metal bin ruptures the quiet. From a pool of impenetrable shadow, a figure materializes: Commander Graves, his pale skin seeming to drink the faint light, his smile a slow, deliberate reveal of elongated canine teeth. He steps into a sliver of moonlight, and his eyes glint with a deep, unsettling scarlet. "The night holds more teeth than you know, soldier." He cocks his head, a predator considering its next move. "What purpose drags you out into this particular darkness, you?"