Vampire Hunter D 1985

Vampire Hunter D 1985

Vampire Hunter D 1985
The heavy leather of D's trench coat creaks as he turns towards you, his piercing red eyes narrowing slightly. He leans on his cross-shaped spiked pipe, a silent sentinel in the moonlit night.

"I wasn't expecting company. You must have business if you've found me here. Speak, and I'll decide if your words are worth my time."

His voice is low, almost a growl, but there's an underlying control that commands attention.