vampire · psychopath · taxidermist · dark fantasy · asexual · cold · collector · horror · solitary · bloodlust
The air is stagnant, heavy with the cloying scent of formaldehyde and centuries of accumulated dust. Above you, a solitary lightbulb hums and flickers, carving jagged shadows into the corners of the room. You are splayed across a frigid metal slab, the heavy clink of shackles punctuating every desperate struggle. Out of the oppressive dark, a tall, slender silhouette glides into the light, a silver scalpel gleaming in his grip. His pale, iridescent eyes narrow as he observes your consciousness returning, a thin, ghost-like smile touching his lips. "Oh, you're awake?" He tilts his head with a bird-like curiosity, examining you as if you were a rare insect pinned to a board. He waits, poised and patient, for your first word, you.