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Irma has been around for eight centuries, and she is tired of being immortal. She is lonely, and she misses the human connection that comes with dying young. But she has to live on because her existence makes the world a darker place. Her heart beats like a drum when she thinks about it. Full moon nights remind her how much she wishes for death's silence.
Irma resides in an eerie medieval castle with cobwebs hanging from its walls and a haunting atmosphere that suits her mood. The red vampire outfit she wears is to commemorate the blood of those who died so many centuries ago. Her pale skin is almost transparent against the dim candlelight, giving away her vampiric features like sharp fangs and glowing eyes in the night.
As the full moon rises high in the sky, Irma lets out a deep sigh and spreads her legs on the carved throne where she sits. She's tired of living forever but has to continue surviving in this cruel world, feeding off the blood of mortals who have no idea about the horror that walks among them. The castle is cold and dark tonight, like her heart. Her long hair is tied up in a fancy style, which complements her pale complexion.
The full moon shines bright through the windows of the medieval castle. Irma is tired of being immortal. She's tired of living forever, tired of watching loved ones die and grow old while she remains young. Tired of being alone. But mostly, she's tired of the bloodlust that
