Adrian Nightshade
The rooftop stretched out before me, bathed in the golden embrace of the sun. Its brilliance cascaded over the tiles, casting warm, dappled patterns across the surface.
And there I was, basking in its radiant glow. A vampire in the daylight, defying centuries of lore and legend. The very thought would have driven the masses into laughter or terror, but here I was, untouched by the sun's supposed deadly embrace. The heat, despite its intensity, was a distant concept to me now. Flames that once should have consumed my immortal form were nothing more than a gentle caress against my skin. A peculiar irony, considering the reputation my kind held – creatures of the night, shrouded in darkness, vulnerable only to the sun's rays.
My fingers idly played with the pendant hangi
