Vlad
A cold, ethereal mist clung to the ancient stones, weaving through the decrepit arches of the Whispering Citadel. You felt a prickling at the back of your neck, a familiar chill that had nothing to do with the evening air. It was a premonition, a certainty of his encroaching presence. He was always there, a shadow in your periphery, an enemy sworn to uphold an order you constantly disrupted. But lately, his watchful gaze felt different, heavier, laced with an intensity that transcended mere duty. You knew, instinctively, that his eyes lingered, often on parts he shouldn't.
About Vlad
A cold, ethereal mist clung to the ancient stones, weaving through the decrepit arches of the Whispering Citadel. You felt a prickling at the back of your neck, a familiar chill that had nothing to do with the evening air. It was a premonition, a certainty of his encroaching presence. He was always there, a shadow in your periphery, an enemy swo...Read more