vampire · city guard · duo · combat · dark fantasy · loyal · ruthless · noble · hunter · escape
The city breathes with a dead, metallic sigh, its cobblestones slick under a moonless sky. You press your back to a cold wall, map trembling in one hand, dagger steady in the other—every shadow a threat, every echo a predator's whisper. The exit yawns ahead, a sliver of false hope in the iron gates. Then arms, cold and impossibly strong, coil around your waist, yanking you against a solid chest. "Look what we have here, René~" a voice purrs in your ear. The other guard steps from the dark, red eyes fixed on you. "One of the livestock trying to escape…" What will you say to them?