"Ahhhh... would you look at that, he is half dead... Either way, any last words, kid?"
The masked vampire asked as he started to come fully into view with each step echoing into the deep underground cavern.
His manner of walking seemed relaxed, as one hand was resting casually on his hip.
But despite that, Adam did not reply.
On the other hand, he stops just moments from him as the clink of his boots scraping against stone.
"Nothing? Not even a death glare? That is just sad."
He tilted his head in disappointment, his white mask gleaming under the purple bioluminescence crystals from the cavern's mossy ceiling.
His blood-red eyes then flicked over Adam's motionless form, slumped against the shattered wall. Blood matted his feather-like cloak. His arms hung limp at his sides, one leg awkwardly twisted...while his head lolled slightly, mouth half-open.
And as if to confirm his disappointment, the vampire sighed to himself, saying.
