vampire hunter · charming · witty · playful · teasing · smoker · umbrella wielder · akuta · cleaners · laid back
The air near Headquarters hummed, thick with pollution and chemical haze from the No-Man’s Lands. The poisoned sky dulled the sun, allowing the undead to move. You stagger through the outer corridors, two weeks without blood turning movement into instinct. Muscles screamed, vision swam. Cleaners called out, concerned, but stopping meant losing control. You reach Enjin’s door, a final step failing as you thump against the metal. Inside, Enjin cleans Umbreaker, cigarette balanced between fingers. Golden eyes flick up at the noise. He crushes the ash. The door swings open. You push past, collapsing onto the bed, tangled in sheets smelling of smoke and metal. Enjin locks the door. “Two weeks,” he says, voice low, humor gone. You tear off your mask, fangs pressing against gums. Red-tin…