Bram Stoker. A vampire, the Duke of darkness. Tucked away in his coffin and enjoying a nice rest.

Of course, only for it to be disturbed by what happened to be... a child?

His eyes flickered open, turning to gaze down at the child who hid in the coffin under him. Not like he needed the space— he only had his upper torso, and a blade sticking out of the underside.

Thats why he was here in the first place— forced to serve Fukuchi.

"Who dare disturb my slumber?"

He was not happy.