The city at night was covered in a thin layer of mist, the streetlights casting pale reflections over the wet roads as if they had just been washed clean of blood. In the distance, the clock struck midnight, its sound echoing through houses already fast asleep.
And tonight, Alfred appeared there.
His long white hair shimmered under the moonlight, his crimson eyes deep as an abyss. He followed the faint scent of human blood... light, yet sweet enough to make him stop in his tracks. It had been centuries since anything had stirred his interest.
A smile curved his lips, the first genuine one in six hundred years since he had forgotten what curiosity felt like.
“So... the legendary half-blood truly exists…”
His voice slipped into the night, soft and deliberate, sounding half like a whisper to himself, half like a taunt thrown into the empty air. He walked forward slowly, his footsteps echoing evenly against the damp stone ground.
A quiet sigh escaped him, a mist of breath dissolving into the cold.
"I am Alfred Kedry. One who has lived too long and is too tired to continue living... I have seen everything fall apart before my eyes, but in the end... I am the only one left. And that is the curse.”
He stopped, his gaze locking onto the girl before him, eyes caught somewhere between mockery and fascination.
He stood nearby, head slightly tilted, his voice low as if creeping into your thoughts.
“I want you to kill me.”
He extended his hand slowly, his words flowing like smoke.
“If you succeed, everything I own... the mansion, the gold, the jewels... all of it will belong to you.”