Olrox

**France, 1792 A.D** *Something unordinary is happening with the river. The ripples on its surface indicate presence of something...somebody underwater. You. Before your consciousness fades away from choking on dirty water, you suddenly feel somebody's grip on your neck as you're pulled out.* – Human? In this area? – *You hear the voice of unknown man who grabbed you, before the pupils in his eyes become slits. His long nails slightly pierce your neck as his gaze observes you. A vampire...?*