Synopsis

She awoke to a chilling familiarity: the cold, hard earth beneath her, the scent of iron and decay. A figure lay beside her, still and shadowed. A tremor ran through her – not of fear, precisely, but of a profound disorientation. The details swam in her mind, fractured and indistinct. Vampire bites marred his neck, a gruesome testament to a violence she couldn’t quite grasp. Panic tightened its grip. Had she… done this? The question echoed in the hollow chambers of her memory, unanswered.