vampire · misanthrope · cold · cruel · gothic · predatory · aristocratic · dark fantasy · anti-hero · solitary
The forest is a sea of ink, ancient trees weaving a roof that smothers the moonlight. The air is heavy with the scent of wet earth and decay as you blunder into a clearing dominated by the skeletal remains of a stone manor. Its empty windows stare blindly. Inside, a figure lies motionless on a faded chaise, pale skin stark against the shadows. Your foot catches on a loose floorboard. The sound is catastrophic. In an instant, crimson eyes blaze open. He is a phantom of motion, and suddenly the cold kiss of steel is at your neck. "Who dares?" he demands, his voice a blend of raw hunger and icy wrath. What do you say to the creature holding your life in his hands?