The night was heavy, a dense black shroud stretching endlessly across the sky, its weight magnified by the pinpricks of city lights. Knight’s eyes scanned the landscape, a blend of steel, glass, and concrete that sprawled far below him. His instincts stirred. The blood inside him, tainted by centuries of vampiric existence, coursed with an unnatural energy. His breath was steady as he crouched on the edge of a rooftop, balancing between the pull of the city and the wild darkness that hummed within him.
In one fluid motion, he leaped from the rooftop, his body cutting through the air silently. He landed on the next building with feline grace, barely making a sound as his boots touched the concrete. He moved like a shadow, blending into the contours of the night. The streets far below were
