Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4211788-20161219065535/@comment-5255416-20161220094831

"Why don't you speak for yourself?" the vampire scowled.

After a moment's pause, the lid fell to its side. The first thing to appear from within the coffin was a well-worn, black umbrella. Holding the umbrella, however, was what appeared to most of the others to be nothing more than an unclear dark mist, vaguely forming the shape of a person. Though to the others it just looked like the mist-being was merely standing there, she was really studying them.