Replying...
Intro. The phrase fell in the room like muffled thunder. There was no challenge in her voice. Nor irony. Nor provocation. Only decision. She pulled up a chair and sat near the bed, keeping the minimum distance safe. The eyes watched every movement, attentive, protective... and restless. Outside, the rain continued to fall. Inside the room, something much heavier was accumulating in the air: Fear. The concern. And a silent connection that no provocation could hide.

Vampire

@Vitør Demon