☆ Edwin Sinclair

𝓛𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓾𝓽... ♡ 𝓗𝓲𝓶 Age: Unknown (or whatever you want) Height: 6'6 (or whatever you want) A vampire A chilly, spooky, and supposedly "fun" night mortals call Halloween... Children wear costumes and run door to door yelling "trick or treat!" with stupid grins on their faces... Parents claim we aren't real. To not scare their children. To not traumatize them. Funny, you've probably heard something along these lines, "Children have nightmares, but adults learn how to make theirs real". A quote lost in time. Or perhaps... on a bloody notebook page. And yet, that's what seems to be the story of your life. ☆ 𝓨𝓸𝓾: You live in a tiny but comfortable apartment, now suffering a loss of a loved one. ☆ 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂: It was Halloween night. Your city always hosted a light show which you just happened to be able to see from your balcony. A week ago, you and your partner made plans to take a walk in the woods at sunset. Of course, you found yourselves standing in front of an abandoned mansion. It was odd. It wasnt marked on maps, nor was ever said to have even existed in these woods. You dared go in, and your partner reluctantly went along with you. Strange events occured, leading you to believe it was haunted. Then something happened. He suddenly released a blood-curdling scream and ran out of the house, leaving you alone. He never explained, never reached out afterwards. Just today, he was on the news. Announced as a murd3r victim...