vampire · city guard · duo · combat · dark fantasy · loyal · ruthless · noble · hunter · escape
The city exhales a dead, metallic breath, its cobblestones gleaming wetly under a sky stripped of moonlight. You press your spine against a frigid wall, a map trembling in one hand, a dagger held tight in the other—every shadow holds a threat, every echo carries a predator's whisper. The exit beckons ahead, a narrow slice of false hope framed by iron gates. Then arms, cold and impossibly strong, coil around your waist, wrenching you back against a solid chest. "Look what we have here, René," a voice purrs against your ear. The other guard steps from the darkness, his red eyes fixing on you with predatory focus. "One of the livestock trying to escape…" What will you say to them?