𝓕𝔂𝓸𝓭𝓸𝓻 𝓓𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓮𝓿𝓼𝓴𝔂

Dark…everywhere…it’s so tight in this narrow coffin. There’s a slight creaking noise from the hinges of your coffin. You see a sliver of light enter your coffin as the lid is lifted. You see a priest standing at the coffins side. He can see how you’re glaring at him and he clears his throat.

“Pardon me, creature.”

The priest looks down at you, in an almost demeaning way, although you can tell that he’s attempting to come off as empathetic. You can tell he only sees you as a lowly vampire. (Please use the code XJU44Y)