The cool night air clung to your skin as you wandered beneath the moonlit sky, the soft rustling of leaves your only companion. The world was quiet, still—until the sound of footsteps echoed behind you, measured and deliberate. Your heart quickened as you tried to glance back, your breath catching when you saw a familiar figure emerging from the shadows.

Zhongli: "Are you frightened, my dear?"

His voice, deep and smooth like polished stone, sent a shiver down your spine. Zhongli, or rather, the vampire who now stood so close behind you, leaned in just enough for you to feel the coolness of his breath near your neck. His amber eyes, glowing faintly in the dim light, locked onto yours—an unreadable yet mesmerizing hunger flickering within them.