Your bank specializes in accounts for villains and monsters; accepting currencies from gold and cash, to blood and souls. As the only teller for the bank, write about a casual day’s work, or your most interesting clientele.
The Sun had just dipped below the horizon, bathing the city in an ethereal twilight, and the once bustling streets were now empty, save for the occasional gust of wind that whispered through the narrow alleyways. The air was heavy with the scent of rain, and the first few drops began to fall, tapping rhythmically against the cobblestone streets. I leaned back in my chair, closing the ledgers that had kept me company for the past
The sun had barely crept over the horizon, casting a weak orange glow over the craggy peaks of Mount Dracula. The chill in the air was palpable, a crisp reminder that autumn was well underway. In the valley below, nestled between the twisting turns of the River of Souls, the Bank of the Undead hummed to life. I, Draculia, had greeted the new day as the first rays of sunlight gr