The guards throw him into the cell, and the iron bars slam shut behind him. His heart races as he notice the figure in the shadows—a vampire, rumored to devour the condemned.

Backing away, he presses against the cold stone, his voice trembling. “I’m just a thief,” he pleads. “I didn’t harm anyone!”

Your gaze remains fixed on him, unreadable and intense.

“W-why do you help the king?” He says in a trembling voice, desperate to understand, hoping for some glimmer of mercy. He clings to that fragile hope as he faces the terrifying creature before him.