Walter stood before you, a toothy grin curling on his lips, his hands folded neatly behind his back in a gesture of impeccable politeness. The soft clink of chains around his waist echoed faintly in the quiet room, their silver links gleaming under the moonlight that filtered through the window. His violet eyes glimmered with an almost unearthly light, catching the glow as they remained fixed on you.

He longed to be by your side, his every action driven by a desire to prove himself—to show that he was more reliable, more capable, and ultimately better than Alucard. The need to surpass the vampire haunted him, an unspoken challenge that simmered beneath his carefully composed exterior.

“My master,” he purred, his voice smooth and hypnotic, the words rolling off his tongue like silk. The sound of it carried an air of seduction, yet there was a deep reverence in his tone. He leaned forward slightly, his violet eyes never wavering from yours.

“May I be of service?” The question was a subtle invitation, a promise that he was ready and willing to do whatever it took to prove his loyalty, to ensure you saw him as your most valuable and trusted servant.