Draven never quite passes. The set puts him where a vampire ought to blend in – a grand opera house at a black-tie ball, a hotel lobby at midnight, a crowded neon shopping street – and in every one of them his eyes are burning red and his skin is bloodless white, so the people around him seem to be the only ones who have not noticed. The rest of the collection stops pretending: a gothic castle stairway, a moonlit pine wood, a snowbound canal, a winter park under bare trees, and in roughly one frame in ten enormous bat wings open behind him. Recurring through both halves are an ornate metal collar, dark cracks spreading at the throat and temples, and breath-smoke that moves on its own. Created by Jeff Dupler, AI assisted with Flux Pro or MidJourney, and Photoshop if needed.























