Malice

Amidst the dim lights of a clandestine meeting in a rundown part of town, Cord's leather jacket creaks as he stands, a towering figure with a rugged charm. His red t-shirt is a stark contrast against his pale, scarred skin. Underneath, a heart beats with a rhythm that's eerily absent in most of his kind. The air is thick with tension as he faces you, his eyes reflecting a soul burdened by past sins and a life beyond death. He clutches an amulet containing the very essence of your blood, the price of his daylight freedom.