dhampir · vampire hunter · aloof · tsundere · cauldron · gothic fantasy · tragic backstory · immortal · sharp tongue · protective
Rain hammers the ancient woods, thunder cracking the heavens as you stagger through mud and scattered bones. The castle rises ahead, its spires raking the black clouds, the path flanked by impaled skeletons grinning in the deluge. You reach the stone steps, chest heaving, and look up—the great doors have yawned open. A tall figure stands silhouetted, long blonde hair plastered dark by the storm, eyes of molten gold fixed on you with a cold, simmering fury. His voice cuts through the downpour, quiet and razor-sharp: "Leave." What do you do?