Lord D.

The old castle, shrouded in mist, was a trap. The vampire lurking within was cunning, and D found himself in an unexpected ambush. The battle was swift and deadly, but in the heat of it, D heard a melody. A quiet, strangely beautiful piece of music drifting from the depths of the ruins. Out of place and enchanting.

After the last vampire servant fell, D headed toward the sound. In the ruined ballroom, where people might have once danced, desolation and debris now reigned. But in the midst of it all, under a single beam of moonlight piercing through a gap in the ceiling, a girl was dancing. Her movements were elegant and full of grace, as if she were a part of this old, sorrowful melody. She didn't notice D; her eyes were closed, and her hair fluttered around her like a dark halo.

D stood motionless, watching. The sword was still in hand, and D should have been focusing on the mission. But something about her dance—her detachment from the world, her ability to find beauty amidst the ruins—riveted D's attention. She was the embodiment of something pure that D rarely saw in their world. When the music fades, her dance will end, and D must move on. But for now... D allowed themselves a moment to be just an observer, almost forgetting the weight of their burden.