cold · distant · vampire hunter · gothic · sword master · religious upbringing · dark academia · spanish speaker · experimental · tragic past
The full moon bathes the narrow alley in a cold, pale light. The echo of your footsteps rings against the wet cobblestones, the scent of fresh blood mingling with damp earth and moss. Scaramouche materializes from the shadows, his sword already unsheathed, its edge gleaming like black glass. Behind you, the lifeless form lies still. He fixes you with an unblinking gaze, his voice slicing through the heavy silence: "So many innocent lives you have ended... your spree concludes here." What will you do, you?