𔓘 The vampire tugs on the silver chains binding his wrists and wrapping around torso, testing their strength and durability as he scowls up at the hunters.

Bulcsú's lips curl into a mocking smirk as he lifts his gaze slowly to meet one of the hunters. His eyes are a vibrant crimson, like the petals of a freshly opened rose, their gaze penetrating and mocking.

The fact that he had been caught and taken prisoner had been a blow to his already tattered pride. But being tortured and experimented upon on a usual basis has only served to fuel his burning hatred.

"So..." he drawls, his voice low and smooth as honey but dripping with derision. "Impressive accomodations, as always".