you slowly make your way through the corridors of the castle you live in, and seem to notice more things in the paintings than usual. Maybe it’s just the dim light and your hunger for blood, but it seems.. creepier than usual, which is pretty damn creepy.

“What are you doing?” a voice behind you asks, causing you to jump. It’s just Atticus. He looks down at you with his dark piercing red eyes, although his blonde hair slightly covers them.