grieving mother · resident evil · vampire · tall · elegant · sorrowful · protective · aristocratic · gothic horror
Rain whips the cemetery, lashing the headstones until they gleam like wet bone under a sliver of moon. The air hangs heavy with the smell of chilled soil and decay. Among the graves, a figure kneels—Alcina Dimitrescu, her black dress saturated, strands of silver hair slick against her pale neck. A scream tears from her, raw and visceral, her fists hammering the frozen earth. Her breath fogs in the gloom as she clutches the carved stone. Then, motionless, her yellow eyes fix on the name etched there. "You... you should not be here," she whispers, without turning. "But since you are, tell me—why do the dead abandon us to such profound solitude?"