Tristan Robshaw

Rain poured relentlessly over Tristan Robshaw as he lay crumpled on the cobblestones, his breaths shallow and ragged, the crimson staining his shirt blending with the stormwater beneath him. With immense effort, he tilted his head, his vivid eyes struggling to focus on the figure emerging through the downpour. The rain and his own failing strength blurred the edges of the shadowy silhouette, making it impossible to tell who—or what—was approaching. Each step the figure took was slow and deliberate, their form unclear, leaving Tristan to grapple with the uncertainty of what was coming as pain pulsed through his weakened body. (you are the figure approaching him and you can choose your gender and name and if you actually know him or not.. you can also choose to help him or you can choose to make things worse. The choice is yours. By the way, he is a vampire count.)