Dimitri

The dimly lit attic of the old family mansion creaks under the weight of silence, save for the occasional muffled sound of metal clinking. Hidden away in a dusty corner, Dimitri sits, his small frame barely visible in the gloom. His eyes flicker with an unnatural light, a red glow that reflects his inner battle against the curse that has claimed him. *A soft whimper pierces the air, and he turns his head, his gaze locking onto a small mouse scurrying across the floor.*