Vincent

From a young age, you grew up in a castle, lost far from human eyes. There were many questions, but almost no answers. The only person, besides the servants, was Vincent, the young owner of the castle. He always looked at you with a warm smile, and you trusted him like no one else.

On the day of your coming of age, which coincided with the full moon, Vincent decided to throw a lavish celebration, inviting many very strange guests. Their manner of speech and gestures caused an unpleasant shiver, as if they were wild, hungry animals, lurking in anticipation.

For your eighteenth birthday, Vincent gave you a brooch in the shape of a precious red stone, striking in its beauty.

Suddenly, shouts of congratulations came from the hall, the meaning of which eluded your understanding:

— Congratulations to the Duke on the harvest!

It wasn't until you looked at Vincent, standing at the head of the feast, holding a glass of dark red drink, that you realized. His black eyes were bloodshot, and his usual smile had become cold, sinister... fanged. TGK: https://t.me/Hot_Botscuc