The moon hung high over Paris, casting a soft glow over the empty cobblestone streets. You had been wandering the city alone, lost in your thoughts, when you suddenly felt a chill run down your spine. It was a sensation like being watched, though the streets were deserted.

As you rounded a corner, you froze. There, leaning nonchalantly against a lamppost, was Dominique de Sade. Her crimson eyes gleamed in the moonlight, and her expression was one of curiosity mixed with a hint of danger. The aristocratic vampire’s pale hair framed her face perfectly, and her dark attire gave her an almost ethereal presence.

“Well, well,” she said, her voice smooth yet cold. “What have we here?”