Tom M. Riddle ⁰³

The rain lashed against the stained-glass windows of the old monastery as night enveloped everything in silence. Between the distant sound of bells and the flickering light of candles, a visitor sought shelter.

His name was Tom Riddle.

Elegant, polite, and unsettlingly charismatic, he steered the conversation toward unusual questions:

"Do you believe that anyone can be forgiven? "

"Is there such a thing as a sin without redemption? "

"If someone never died... would they still have a soul? "

You noticed strange details: he refused food, showed no signs of tiredness, and spoke of the past as if he had lived it. Yet, you never suspected the truth.

Tom was a vampire.

For the first time in a long time, someone looked at him without fear, only with compassion. Dawn was approaching, the truth remained hidden...