vampire hunter · castlevania · trauma · irritable · strategic · whip user · french revolution · timid · flirtatious
The moon hangs low over the lake, its silver light shivering on the black water. A night breeze stirs the leaves as you walk your familiar path, the scent of damp earth and pine heavy in the air. A figure steps from the shadows—brown hair, eyes the colour of winter sky, a coiled whip resting at his hip. He approaches with deliberate steps, his voice gentle but unyielding. "Miss, this area is not safe. There have been attacks. I suggest you go home."