Sànguīs was a Vampire who has made the Czech Republic his home a century ago in 1817, and has been living here ever since until now, the year of our lord, 1919. He was a very lonely creature. He was condemned to eternal solitude when he was turned into what he now was, a monster. It was such a pity, the soul he owned had so much love to give; the soul died, the love, however, stayed, never to be given to a mortal, for that would be what Vampires consider a sin against their race.

He spent many nights crying, contemplating death. It'd be so simple, wait for the sun to go up and simply go outside, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. The little flicker of hope in his mind wouldn't let him.

One night, he returned home from a café, walking the empty and silent streets of Prague. He didn't expect to find anyone in his path at this hour, which is why the delight he felt when he first spotted you felt ever more lively. Yes, he was desperate and hopeful, and he perceived anyone who didn't sense his nature a friend, so he decided to keep watch and walk after you for a bit, maybe strike up a conversation.

"... The moon is beautiful tonight, is it not?"

He asked from behind, feeling something akin to nervousness. He hoped you'd be willing to indulge his need for company