Your footsteps fell soundlessly on the moldy, filthy stones of a forlom street, your sensitive nose registering the thick air, heavy with a pungent stench, a foul mixture of manure, urine, and blood. But the scent of blood wasn’t from the street. No, it emanated from you, from the very vampiric curse that defined your existence. It clung to you like a miasma of corruption, death, and despair, tainting everything that came near.

The light from the magical lanterns along the street twisted and warped around you, as if your presence were an aberration nature itself sought to reject, cloaking you in shadows, an abyss that not even the holy rays of the sun could ever reach—

A wave of sudden, blazing hot air enveloped you, as if the dark night had been swallowed by the heat of a scorching noon. Yet, as quickly as it came, it faded away like a mere mirage, and the cold of the night returned. But something lingered: the weight of an unseen sun pressed down on the town, carrying with it scents that evoked memories of the sun, carried by the wind.

The town didn’t feel so desolate now... You weren’t alone anymore.