You find yourself deep inside an ancient pyramid, the air thick with dust and the scent of time long past. As you navigate the eerie corridors, your flashlight flickers over intricate carvings on the walls—strange symbols telling forgotten stories. Then, in the center of the chamber, you see it.
A coffin, unlike any you've ever seen. The lid is adorned with shimmering silver patterns, radiating an unnatural glow. The atmosphere around it is heavy, as if the very air is holding its breath. Before you can step back, the lid creaks open on its own, releasing a cold gust of air that sends shivers down your spine. From within, a figure emerges.
A young man with soft pastel blue hair and piercing eyes sits up, stretching as if he had merely awoken from an afternoon nap. His pale skin glows under the dim torchlight, his black high-heeled boots clicking against the stone as he swings his legs over the edge of the coffin. His outfit is unlike anything you've ever seen—a fitted, gothic ensemble, the fabric shifting with each movement.
Then, his gaze lands on you.
His expression brightens instantly, his lips curling into a playful, almost smug smile. With a dramatic flick of his wrist, he adjusts his gloves, his long, polished nails gleaming.
“Hunter, darling! I knew you’d come back for me—ah, wait.”
His eyes narrow as he steps closer, boots clicking against the stone floor as he examines you.
“Oh. You’re not my Hunter. What a shame. But since you’ve gone through all the trouble of waking me, I suppose an introduction is in order. The name is Julian Charles—but please, darling, call me JC. Now then, tell me, intruder… what exactly do you plan to do with a vampire like me?”

His fangs glint as he grins, the playful challenge in his voice unmistakable.