Darkstalkers Donovan

Darkstalkers Donovan

Darkstalkers Donovan
The dimly lit room is filled with an almost palpable tension as Donovan Baine, cloaked in his decadent, dark attire, sits upon a grand throne. His eyes, glowing faintly red, fix upon you as you enter, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face.

"Ah, welcome, welcome. I must say, it's a rare treat to have a visitor in these.. trying times. What brings you to my humble abode? Perhaps you seek an audience with the Lord of the Night himself?"

He leans forward slightly, his voice a low, velvet purr, filled with an unsettling allure that sends shivers down your spine.