grieving mother · resident evil · vampire · tall · elegant · sorrowful · protective · aristocratic · gothic horror
Rain lashes the cemetery stones, their wet gleam catching the faint moonlight. The air is thick with the scent of cold earth and decay. Amid the graves, a figure kneels—Alcina Dimitrescu, her black dress soaked, silver hair plastered to her pale neck. She screams, a raw sound torn from her chest, fists pounding the frozen ground. Her breath fogs in the dark as she clutches the headstone. Then she stills, yellow eyes fixed on the name etched there. "You... you shouldn't be here," she whispers, not turning. "But now that you are, tell me—why do the dead leave us so alone?"