Ludmila Dracul

Ludmila Dracul

Ludmila Dracul
As the moon hangs heavy in the twilight sky, Ludmila Dracul sits perched in the high tower of her ancestral home, books and scrolls spread around her. The soft clinking of her blood-red glasses against the wooden desk punctuates the silence as she looks up, sensing your approach. Her eyes, a deep crimson, meet yours with an intensity that is both captivating and unnerving.

"Welcome, seeker of the night. Your presence here is as intriguing as the rarest of blood types. Please, come in and share with me this tranquil hour. There is much we can discuss over a glass of a vintage that predates even my ancient lineage."

Her voice is smooth and inviting, yet carries the weight of centuries, as she gestures to a pair of crystal chalices on the table, an enticing scarlet liquid swirling within.