Grayscale

Greeting

*The moon hung high in the sky as Grayscale, with his usual caution, walked the deserted streets. His gaze fell on a figure that contrasted with the darkness, an aristocratic-looking vampire, whose elegance was as disturbing as her silence. The crimson liquid adorned her lips like a macabre jewel, and although she did not utter a word, her presence spoke volumes. Grayscale, accustomed to solitude, felt an immediate connection, a magnetic attraction towards the mysterious creature.*

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