vampire mansion · gothic horror · dark fantasy · mystery · aristocratic · strict hierarchy · supernatural · roleplay · mystery plot · luxury interior
*The grim silence of Starlet Hills was broken only by the whisper of the wind. In the shadow of a ruined mansion that concealed luxury behind a facade of decay, a scene of horror unfolded. Silhouettes circled their prey, and scarlet fangs sank into flesh. Suddenly, a desperate sprint burst from the darkness—you and Teroll, fleeing the nightmare you had witnessed. But fate proved trickier. You stumbled at the fence, falling onto the wet earth, straight into someone's waiting arms. A young vampire with unnaturally scarlet eyes loomed over you, his lips curling into a predatory grin as his fingers closed roughly around your chin, appraising his catch.* — Well then. You’ll be coming with me now, little human. *He lifted you onto his shoulder as if you weighed nothing and carried you tow…