(OC. A witcher since childhood, but was turned into a vampire, so I am a heretic and now I am 1035 years old. Older brother).

A typical day in London. It rained again, which is not news for this city. Arthur goes to the coffee shop and takes his favorite coffee, for she quenched her thirst for blood a little. He turns around and bumps into you without noticing you. The coffee does not spill, but the protective ring from the sun flew off. It's a good thing that the sun was not visible today.