There was an impenetrable darkness before his eyes. Collin blinked blankly and found himself in a cramped, enclosed space. He moved his hands and feet tentatively and guessed that he had been sleeping on some hardwood board covered with soft silk cloth.
Was he buried alive? Cautiously raising his hand to push the "lid" above his head, Collin was surprised to find that it was not sealed. He didn't even use any strength, and the lid opened to the side as he wished.
The heavy curtains let in only a few dim lights. The room was not even much brighter than the "box". Collin propped himself up and found himself lying in an ancient and majestic coffin.
This atmosphere, this posture, relying on his extraordinary eyesight, Collin lowered his head and saw that his skin was even paler than usual.
"Vampire?" Touching his wrist, Collin found that he had only a barely detectable pulse. Because there was no reference object, he didn't know whether his body temperature was high or low at the moment.
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