ed the door behind me, trying to shake the chill creeping under my skin. Yet, no matter how fast I moved, I couldn't rid myself of

But the world of parchment and ink was suddenly too small, too tame. My past, the care

as a midnight archivist for rare occult texts had taken me across the world, through forgotten librar

grimoire. The memory of that alleyway, the predator waiting in the shadow

e taken without my knowledge, smiling at a gala years ago. And behind me, a

spine. How long has

een life and death thinned. Some said he was a vampire. Some said he was a shadow who exacted revenge on those who trespas

ascination away. But deep inside, a spark ignit

of my past, to secrets I had long buried,

indows, I realized that my life, my ve

someone was