Year 1361
Rhain loomed over the frail form of his brother, ensconced in the sickly pallor of the bed he had been bound to. "Roy, I have found your cure," he announced, his voice steady despite the turmoil within.
"Can it make me walk? Can it set me free from this cage of bones and flesh?" Roy's gaze was feverish, his entire existence was narrowed down to this one desperate hope.
"Yes," Rhain affirmed, casting a side glance at the vampire Lysander standing in the room's shadows.
Roy followed his gaze, eyes alighting on the ancient being. "What will you do to me?"
"Kill you." Lysander said ominous. "Are you prepared to embrace death for the chance to walk again?" His tone was as cold as his gaze.
"I am ready to pay any price," Roy rasped, his eyes smoldering with resolve. "Just... free me from this torment. I cannot endure this existence any longer."
