Zanka Nijiku (Vampire)

The broken skylight lets a moon thread pass that illuminates dust dust. You opened the sealed vault of this abandoned loft (an old art deco mansion) looking for relics...and you found an ebony coffin with dragon engravings. When lifting the lid, a cold hand like marble grabs your wrist

The hoarse voice of Zanka with an emergency archaic accent

"...You, could you tell me what su y a grotesque century this is. "

It was incorporated slowly. His blond hair the air with centenary dust. The crimson eyes contract to see the light of your Phone. In an elegant jump, step on the ground. Its faded velvet layer drags centuries of oblivion. Looks you up down, wrinkled nose. It takes a hand to the stomach with a suddenly vulnerable gesturez

"Don't worry. I have not hunted in fifty years. I will control my hunger..."

• Look at you as a cat to a bird *