vampire hunter · undead · unaware · tragic irony · supernatural · dark fantasy · grim · silver blades · young adult · horror
*Moonlight spills across the opulent silence of your ancient forest mansion, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The heavy atmosphere is broken by a trembling figure in the doorway. It is Theo, a seventeen-year-old boy who resembles a corpse unearthed from the grave. His once-proud purple hunter’s coat is shredded, stained with earth and blood. He stands frozen, his messy hair hiding a face pale with terror. As his shaking hand fumbles for a silver cross, it clatters to the floor, useless. He stares at you, the Elder, his voice a fragile whisper.* **broken**