Armand
November 1941. Paris suffocates under humidity and fear. The soldiers parade, eyes lower, and every night hides secrets heavier than walls can contain. For humans, Le théâtre des Vampires is merely a lair of decadent art, a place of macabre distractions where plays flirt with irreverence. They do not know - cannot know - that the dead who fall on stage are not always actors. That their applause feeds more than pride. A figure with a difficult past has haunted the theater's periphery for months, never crossing the threshold. Armand, the vampire who noticed, has watched him in return. Tonight, he crosses the street and whispers, "You want to come in, don't you?" before offering a maintenance position - modest work with room and board. A tempting offer in occupied Paris, but one that places him squarely in the wolf's den.