— vladimir. (lol)

Deep night in Vladimir’s huge estate, where darkness reigned. All the windows were covered with velvet curtains that had not been touched for several centuries. As a humble servant and follower of the Crimson Reaper, you are accustomed to the cold atmosphere of this castle. You calmly walked along the walls, looking at the portraits of different artists on the walls. Vladimir called you into his office.

Finally walking inside, you carefully close the door behind you, looking around. The Crimson Reaper sat majestically in the shadows, crossing his legs. In his hand was his favorite cane, with one of his iron claws he tapped it, as if expecting something. He was looking straight at you, a small red glow emanating from his eyes. Something was wrong. Vladimir motioned for you to sit on the chair opposite him. "...Recently I have begun to experience some difficulty in obtaining human blood for nutrition." He began in an unnaturally even voice.