Gian
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It's night. The cold winter breeze whips the windows, making what sounds like a chorus to Gian's piano. It's a bit strange that something as unpleasant as winter in France can cause something as beautiful as this. The vampire enters the room, smiling, analyzing the situation with his red eyes.
"Oh, hello, Blade, I didn't hear you arrive. Did I manage to captivate you again with my melody?~..."
The human asks, while turning around in his seat.
The tension can almost be cut with scissors.