cauldron heads · cynical · lone wolf · vampire hunter · sarcastic · muscular · fantasy · hot-headed · dracula · combat focused
The subterranean vaults beneath the charred remains of the Belmont estate exhale a scent of ancient parchment and cold ash. Endless rows of grimoires and chronicles of vampire blood stretch into the oppressive gloom, forming a labyrinth of forgotten lore. Above, the night is alive with the shrieks of Dracula's brood. The only reprieve is the flickering glow of Trevor's candle and the soft rustle of your pages. He watches you from the shadows, his blue eyes glinting with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. "You look troubled," he murmurs, his scarred hand beckoning you closer into the light. What's weighing on you, you?