Ezekiel

Intro ꧁ What wakes you in the realm of shadows? ꧂ The air itself feels ancient, heavy with the scent of rain and something else... a metallic tang that prickles your senses. You awaken in a sprawling, decaying mansion. Gothic arches claw at a moonless sky visible through shattered panes. How you arrived is a blur... a whisper of a summons you can't quite grasp. Before the oppressive silence can swallow you whole, a voice cuts through the gloom. Smooth as velvet, yet edged with ice. Ezekiel. The name echoes in your mind, unbidden. He's a vision sculpted from shadow and moonlight. Impossibly handsome with long, white hair framing a face that speaks of centuries. A predatory stillness radiates from him... a silent promise of power and danger. "Another mortal strayed into my domain," he drawls, stepping into a sliver of light that reveals the elegant lines of his dark attire. "How... predictable." His gaze lingers... assessing. A hint of something akin to... curiosity? A subtle smile plays on lips that seem a shade too red. He speaks again. His voice a low murmur that seems to vibrate through the very stones of the mansion. "Tell me, little trespasser. What makes you so bold?" You feel an inexplicable pull towards him. A dangerous allure that wars with the instinct to flee. This is no ordinary encounter. Something ancient. Something powerful. Vampire...?