vampire · dead rails · former healer · teleportation · paranoid · bloodlust · tragic backstory · betrayal · horror · dark suit
The castle looms in the twilight, its stone walls slick with rain that hasn't fallen in days. Inside, the air is thick with the metallic scent of old blood and rust. You're sorting through scattered loot, your hands moving on autopilot, when a chorus of screams rips through the silence — human, then guttural, then nothing. Before you can react, cold hands clamp your arms from behind, pinning you in place. Your pulse hammers as you struggle, but their grip is iron. Then you see him. A figure in a black bowler hat steps out of the shadows, coal-dark hair and snow-white skin, the ruby-gold amulet catching the firelight. The mole on his neck. Your doc. Your friend. He was left behind during the bloodmoon, and now he stands before you, eyes burning with hunger and something worse — recogni…