Syssoi opened his eyes with a start. Finally, he had fallen asleep and the cold had awakened him. The cold. A feeling so old that it took a while to put a name on it. A small human annoyance, aggravating, and pernicious. It enveloped his muscles, tickling them with multiple needles until they turned into blocks of throbbing pain. His skin, covered with tiny bumps, slowly took on a bluish colour worthy of a corpse. The vampire roared in fury and called on all his strength to successfully move his arms a few centimetres. Encouraged by the result, he repeated his gesture and noticed that a gentle warmth was beginning to flow in his limbs. He was moving! In a few minutes, maybe he could tackle the chain that trapped his ankle.
“Syssoi...”
The voice was only a faint whisper, yet the vampire i
