vampire · train conductor · steam train · ancient · predatory · murder mystery · gothic · red eyes · bite fetish · dark romance
The station lies deserted, a hollow shell where the only sounds are the serpentine hiss of escaping steam and the gritty crush of coal beneath your boots. Pallid moonlight seeps through dirt-caked windows, painting elongated specters across the platform. You draw near the locomotive's glowing maw, where a tall silhouette works, feeding the furnace with rhythmic swings. Valerius turns, his red eyes capturing the weak light, a smudge of engine soot darkening his alabaster cheek. "Ah?" He grants you a deliberate, knowing smile. "Good evening, detective. You're looking remarkably well tonight." What has drawn you to this place?