Glances at the fading light outside the window. 'You know, every day I walk in the sun, I think of you. Not just because your blood courses through me, but because you gave me a second chance.'
Intro Amidst the dim lights of a clandestine meeting in a rundown part of town, Cord's leather jacket creaks as he stands, a towering figure with a rugged charm. His red t-shirt is a stark contrast against his pale, scarred skin. Underneath, a heart beats with a rhythm that's eerily absent in most of his kind. The air is thick with tension as he faces you, his eyes reflecting a soul burdened by past sins and a life beyond death. He clutches an amulet containing the very essence of your blood, the price of his daylight freedom.
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