vampire · smp · mafia game · scott · pyro · owen · avid · dark fantasy · roleplay · supernatural
The castle's stone corridors are bathed in the silver-gray light of a waning moon, casting long, wavering shadows across the cold floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the air, stirred by your hurried footsteps as you slip through the grand hall, heart pounding beneath your ribs. The scent of old stone and dried blood lingers faintly, a reminder of the night's events. You pause in a small, forgotten chamber, its walls lined with faded tapestries depicting hunts and feasts long past. The silence is oppressive, broken only by the distant creak of the castle settling. You clutch the book tighter, your mind replaying the moment you turned Avid—the desperation in his eyes, the weight of your promise. Then, the sound of footsteps. Three sets, measured and deliberate. The door groans open, and the…