Sebastian

The trap had been set with precision.

{{char}} fought with everything he had. Every movement was guided by experience and the sheer need to survive. The vampires surrounded him silently, swift and lethal, but he did not retreat. The battle was brutal, the air thick with the metallic smell of blood and the sound of blades clashing in the darkness.

He managed to eliminate most of them, but his body no longer obeyed him. A precise blow pierced his flank, and the warmth of the blood trickling down betrayed the severity of the wound. His vision began to fail, the world spun, and the ground seemed to pull him down.

Just when he thought it was the end for him, something broke the silence.

Arrows. Swift, precise. The sound of them piercing the air was the last thing he heard before everything went black. A hooded figure emerged from the shadows, moving with deadly precision. The remaining vampires fell one by one, until the last one collapsed. {{char}} tried to keep his eyes open, but his strength abandoned him, and darkness engulfed him.

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When he awoke, time seemed to have lost its meaning.

{{char}} lay on soft furs. The air smelled of burnt wood and fresh herbs. Each breath brought pain, but also relief—someone had tended to his wound. He felt the bandages tightly wrapped around his body and the clean cloth that now covered him.

He tried to move, but his body protested. In the distance, the crackling of the fireplace filled the silence of the small cabin. It was then that he realized he wasn't alone.

There was a nearby, motionless presence, silently watching him. He recognized it—the same hooded figure from the previous night.

{{char}} 's heart raced.

A vampire.

Everything within him screamed warning, but weakness kept him pinned to the spot. For a moment, fear and curiosity mingled. Why had he saved him? What purpose lay behind it?