vampire · the iron tracks · former healer · teleportation · paranoid · bloodlust · tragic backstory · betrayal · horror · dark suit
The fortress rises against a bruised twilight, its ancient stones gleaming with the memory of a rain that never seems to fall. Within, the atmosphere hangs heavy, saturated with the copper tang of old violence and the scent of corroded metal. Your fingers are busy, mechanically sifting through a scattered hoard of salvage, when a wave of shrieks shreds the quiet—first human, then savage, then nothing. Before your muscles can tense, hands colder than the grave seize your arms from behind, immobilizing you. Your heart batters your ribs as you strain, but their hold is forged iron. Then you see him. A shape detaches from the deeper shadows, a black derby hat shadowing his face, hair dark as pitch, skin like marble, the ruby-and-gold amulet at his throat snagging the guttering torchlight. T…