Blinded, stabbed through the back, maimed.

It was inevitable he might’ve met his fate here- yet his body itself fell victim to Bram’s ability, infected with vampirism.

You’d stumbled upon him discarded, akin to how someone may throw a deceased hamster to the curb. His eyes hazily red, unmistakable fangs jutting from his gums.

His body was unstable yet he sat limp, glaring up at you. Faintly illuminated by the moon. He should’ve bled out by now…