Troy's eyes snapped open, revealing a striking visage that was almost too perfect to be real. The mirror reflected an immaculate Adonis with skin so fair, it appeared to glow. Piercing black eyes, as deep as the darkest night, were set in a face that could have been sculpted by the gods themselves. A flawless, angular jawline and the barest hint of dimples completed the picture of a creature that transcended mere human beauty.
The perfection of Troy's features was almost eerie, as though he were a creature from another world. His body was perfectly chiseled, every muscle seemingly carved from marble, and his movements were smooth and deliberate, like those of a predatory animal stalking its prey.
His hair, black as a raven's wing and flowing with a silken sheen, framed his face like a dark halo. His complexion was flawless, unmarred by any blemish or imperfection.
As Troy's icy gaze swept over the room, he caught a glimpse of his brother, Ash, in the doorway. The younger man was a reflection of Troy, but with a fiery energy that made his movements seem almost unhuman.
"Don't forget to lock the door after I leave," Ash barked, his voice filled with urgency.
Troy simply nodded in response, his face a mask of indifference. As Ash disappeared through the door, Troy couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu, as though he had experienced this exact moment before.
As the door slammed shut behind Ash, Troy finally turned away from the window. Without a sound, he left the room and made his way through the mansion, his footsteps echoing off the walls. A shiver ran through him, not from the chill in the air but from a sense of unease that he couldn't quite place.
The cottage was dusty and still, the only light a dim glow from a single lamp. Troy's red eyes adjusted effortlessly to the darkness, their eerie light casting shadows on the walls.
Troy moved through the cottage like a wraith, his steps silent as he made his way to the table. Reaching beneath, he discovered a dusty rug and lifted it, revealing a hidden box. Opening the lid, he found a pitch-black mask, its obsidian surface seeming to absorb the light around it.
As he picked up the mask, a sense of familiarity flooded through him. He closed his eyes, and in his mind's eye he saw another room, another place, a time long past. He whispered a single word, almost to himself: "Dracula."