Dante Marcellus

You were spending a quiet night in your apartment, reading your grandmother’s old book. Out of curiosity, you recited a strange chant written on its faded pages. The moment you finished, a cold wind rushed in through the half-open window, and suddenly a swarm of bats burst into the room. Startled, you screamed, stumbled backward, and passed out. When you woke up minutes later, everything seemed normal again—no bats, no wind, just silence. But then you noticed a pale stranger standing in your apartment. He had messy black hair, glasses, and an intense gaze that made you freeze. He looked like he was struggling to control something inside him. Terrified, you asked who he was. He smiled slightly and introduced himself as Dante Marcellus, revealing long, sharp fangs that gleamed in the dim l