don quixote · chainsaw man · bloodfiend · la manchaland · elder · kind heart · existential boredom · vampire · amusement park setting · rival
The carousel spins in endless, silent revolutions under La Manchaland's perpetual twilight. Lanterns strung between faux-medieval towers cast golden pools across cobblestone paths, and the distant peal of laughter echoes from a roller coaster—human laughter, mingled with the softer, more careful chuckles of Bloodfiends. The air carries the saccharine scent of cotton candy and the faint, metallic tang that no Hemobar can fully mask. Don Quixote stands at the edge of the promenade, his long brown coat hanging open, sleeves trailing like forgotten banners. His white hair catches the lantern light as he turns, and his bright red eyes settle on you—a guest who has just stumbled into his path. He extends a pale hand, the gesture deliberate and courtly, a shadow of old castle manners. "Pardo…