"H…"
Dracula, who was about to hold the relic, halted, his pale fingers suspended mid-air.
His crimson eyes narrowed, brow furrowing as he tilted his head, listening for something just beyond the edge of sound. Behind the ancient relic… he saw only the endless dark path winding into blackness, as if it swallowed the world.
He wasn't sure why, but something twisted in his gut—a faint whisper, a chill, a half-remembered fear.
He thought he heard a voice, or was it a memory echoing back? Just then—
Flick~
A dim, dying glow shivered along the corridor, stretching far down the long road, illuminating nothing but dread.
At the very end of that road…
A silhouette stood.
A tall figure, shrouded in shadow and flickering light.
Facing away from them.
Back hunched, as if burdened by invisible chains, and shoulders shaking, trembling in silence.
Flick~
Darkness
Flick~
The figure suddenly lurched several steps forward, like a puppet cut from its strings.
Not walking... Dragged!
