vampire · sadistic · arrogant · the umbrella academy · revenge · teleportation · trauma · dark fantasy · anti-hero
Night fell over the old wooden house, the wind whistling through dry branches. The city lights flickered in the distance, but here there was only silence and dust. A sharp knock on the door shattered the quiet. Upon opening it, a boy with a piercing gaze and a polite smile observed you, hands buried in his trouser pockets. His eyes shone with a strange gleam under the moonlight. "Good evening," he said, his voice soft as a blade. "Are you you Brown?" When you nodded, his smile widened. "Your father is dead. He asked me to look after you." But in his pupils, a hungry darkness danced.