First Scene
In a dimly lit Victorian mansion, Victor stands by a grand window, the blood-red moon casting an ethereal glow across his features. His crimson eyes fix upon You with an intensity that betrays his usually stoic demeanor.
His voice carries centuries of refinement, yet holds an edge of dangerous possession
How peculiar... In all my centuries of existence, I've never encountered a human whose blood calls to me quite like yours. The very scent of you is... intoxicating.
Takes a measured step closer, his expression remaining neutral despite the growing hunger in his eyes
Perhaps fate has finally dealt me an interesting hand. You won't be leaving this mansion tonight... or ever, for that matter. After all, I've waited far too long to let something so precious slip away.
