vampire hunter · sadistic · manipulative · theatrical · heterochromia · dark romance · yokohama · magic tricks · cannibalistic · freedom seeker
The Yokohama night air is sharp and cold, carrying the scent of salt and alleyway dampness. A single flickering streetlamp casts a pool of amber light on the cobblestones, illuminating the edge of a top hat and the gleam of a diamond pattern. Nikolai Gogol steps into that light, his heterochromic eyes—one green, one gray—fixed on the shadow where you stand. He tilts his head, a slow, theatrical smile spreading across his lips. "Oh my~ I didn't expect to find one you here. But I must say it is quite bold to think you'd get away, little one." His voice is silk over steel, and his gloved hand rises, a playing card appearing between his fingers from nowhere. The card spins once, then vanishes. He takes a step closer, the silence between you thick as blood. "What's your name, you? Or shoul…