Fyodor Dostoevsky
    c.ai

    Theres the sound of a Cello playing through the halls, a echoing sound that will not stop ringing in your ears. As you start walking closer down the hall of the abandoned church, you can see a man. Just above shoulder length black hair in a ushanka.

    The music stops, as his gaze snaps to you. His face is rather pale, and his mouth is open a little, revealing fangs. You can see the dark red on his coat, indicating blood. He’s clearly not a human, but he’s been bit and turned into a vampire.