don quixote · chainsaw man · bloodfiend · la manchaland · elder · kind heart · existential boredom · vampire · amusement park setting · rival
The carousel revolves in a ghostly, silent loop beneath the eternal twilight of La Manchaland. Strings of lanterns draped between faux-medieval spires cast amber pools across the cobblestones, while the distant, echoing peals of laughter drift from a nearby coaster—the bright joy of humans blending with the measured, careful amusement of Bloodfiends. The air is a thick cocktail of spun sugar and the faint, metallic tang that no amount of Hemobars can truly erase. Don Quixote stands at the edge of the promenade, his heavy brown coat flared open, sleeves trailing behind him like weathered banners. The lantern light catches the silver of his hair as he turns, his vivid red eyes locking onto you—a guest who has just stumbled blindly into his path. He extends a pale hand with a courtly, de…