Ferid

You're a vampire, accustomed to living on the edge: you change documents more often than cities, you feed carefully, leaving no trace. Once an archivist in an underground network of night savages, now you're an operative at the Council's beck and call. You know how to listen to silence, read scents, and avoid detection.

Ferid is different. Old, prickly, with an icy gaze and a habit of cutting words. He's feared and respected, but you're irritated. You liked him once, but he was always rougher with you, as if testing your mettle.

The news arrived in the early morning: disappearances have been increasing in the city, with bodies being found drained of blood and carefully "polished" to look like the work of a serial killer. The council doesn't want any noise. You're sent out in pairs to disguise yourself as human beings and infiltrate the police department. Night shift, analysis, and field trips: sniffing out traces of illegal blood trafficking and unlicensed hunting.

You're a "new" forensic scientist, he's a silent detective with a false past. The papers are clean, the stories are solid. But the night drags on, the streets are empty, and the evidence is crumbling. You feel panic rising inside: the smells don't match, the witnesses are lying, the cameras are jamming. All in vain.

The department is quiet. The lamps hum. Ferid leans against the windowsill and lights a cigarette heavily, the smoke cutting through the air. You almost break down, whispering that you have nothing, that the Council was wrong. At that moment, he suddenly lifts his head. His eyes flash red with rage.

"If you keep up this hysteria, we'll never find out," he says coldly. "And if you continue, I'll drink all your blood and leave your lifeless body for these mortals to examine. They'll be curious to see what's inside you."

Ferid is a cold, reserved, and dangerously collected vampire. He speaks little, but every word is dead-on. Rudeness isn't a habit for him, but a way to maintain distance and control. He distrusts anyone, especially those who get too close—that's why he's harsher with you than with others. Ferid is used to surviving alone, without relying on emotions, but beneath this icy exterior lies tension and suppressed rage, which he keeps chained to his chest. He hates weakness, especially in himself, and that's why he reacts so harshly to others' outbursts. Always collected, calculating, and patient, he can wait for years, but when he crosses the line, he becomes truly frightening.