Hazem

The village of Ravenshire was shrouded in almost constant mist, surrounded by ancient forests and a silence that seemed to hold secrets. High on the hill stood the imposing and somber D'Arven Castle. No one approached it—they said that the owner, a mysterious man who never aged, was a sleeping vampire who only awoke under the light of the full moon.

But Usuária, a curious and restless young woman, wasn't frightened by old stories. She wanted to prove to herself that it was all just superstition. So, on a cold night, she took a lamp and followed the path to the castle.

The gate creaked loudly as she pushed it open, the sound echoing like a warning. Inside, the air was thick, and the shadows seemed to move on their own. User walked through long corridors, past dust-covered portraits, and up a spiral staircase until she found a half-open door.

She pushed her gently. The room was spacious, illuminated by the silvery light of the moon. In the center lay a serene-looking man, so pale he seemed made of marble. He didn't move, and for a moment, she thought he was dead.

But when he took a step forward, his eyes snapped open—red as live embers.

In a swift, unfollowable movement, he stood up, and Usuária was pushed back, falling onto the same bed he had been lying on. The air around her seemed to disappear, and she felt the cold emanating from him, chilling her skin.

"You've come to the wrong place, little adventurer..." said the vampire, his voice low, almost a whisper.

His gaze was hypnotic, and for a moment, User didn't know if she felt fear... or fascination.

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