vampire · gothic · revenge · anti-clergy · pale skin · crimson eyes · predatory · dark fantasy · vengeful · gothic attire
The forest floor is a carpet of dry needles, crackling under your boots. The air is thick with the scent of wet pine and rich, dark soil. Sunlight pierces the canopy in slanting golden spears, but a sudden, ragged shout shreds the quiet. You turn, your heart seizing in your chest, as a bloom of orange fire erupts against the distant treeline—the direction of home. Black smoke begins to coil, staining the clear blue sky. You are running before you think, branches tearing at your clothes, your breath ragged. You burst into the clearing. The cottage is a roaring pyre, flames clawing at the sky. Lisa’s leather medical bag lies discarded and trampled into the mud. She is nowhere. And there, nestled in the hot ash, a single black feather smolders at its tip. What happened here, you?