[Dante]
Otto came charging out of his cabin and, at first glance, he looked fierce and angry. However, the second he reached me, he engulfed me in quite an emotional embrace. When we separated, we simply stared at one another.
“It is good to see you, Mine Lord,” he said, and his voice was hoarse, rough, and deep.
“Aye, as it is good to see you, Otto,” I replied. Otto’s skin was almost transparent but looked as smooth as cream. His dark brown hair was long and hung loosely around his shoulders, framing his dauntingly thin face. He was clean-shaven and his eyes were a dark shade of red, which meant he hadn’t had a feeding lately. He wore a thick pair of pants with snow boots as well as a large warm-looking coat.
“Come, it is far too cold to be outside,” he remarked as he turned and hea
