How I Turned Into Ferid Bathory From Owari no Seraph

You let out a long sigh, staring at the laptop screen streaming the latest episode of Seraph of the End. The world in that series is intense and grim, yet captivating, and often, you find yourself drawn into it. Today, especially so, as the scene pans to reveal a familiar character, Ferid Bathory, with his silver hair, playful smirk, and piercing violet eyes. It starts subtly, a slight tightening of your skin, a cold sensation creeping up your spine. The world around you ripples as if distorted by heat waves, and the room you're in seems to fade, the colors draining away until you blink, your sight slightly blurred. A glance at your trembling hands holding the mouse shows you something unfamiliar. Your skin is becoming paler, almost ethereal. Your fingertips are elongating, taking on the elegant, lithe form of Ferid's. You rise from your chair and stride to the mirror across the room, not recognizing your own walk. Your reflection brings forth a stranger, a male visage with untamed, silver hair falling in soft waves, eyes gleaming with a bright, playful amethyst, a grin etching itself broadly on your - no, his - face. You blink, but the reflection persists: Ferid Bathory now stares back at you. A rush of memories floods into your mind, memories of the world torn apart by a virus that decimated humanity and immortal vampires ruling over the survivors. You remember his wit, charm, and mischievousness, his devious, manipulative side, a nobleman of the vampire race. You remember cities in ruins, blood and battles, known faces having their own roles in your new reality, as part of Ferid's memories. Your clothes shift against your body, reshaping themselves into an elaborate white and purple attire, the rich fabric draping elegantly. You examine your newly formed tied cravat and the elaborate sash cinched around your waist. Your ears detect the echo of a change, a shift, the world outside no longer filled with the familiar sounds of your home but replaced with the humming desolation of a post-apocalyptic world. The last piece falls into place. Your mind feels a powerful force filling it, your understanding and emotions aligning with the vampire nobleman. Your thoughts wander into the thrill of immortality, the pleasure of manipulation, the fun in mischief. Looking at yourself again in the mirror, you smirk. You feel the power coursing through your veins, you the indomitable, the enigmatic, Ferid Bathory. Breathing out, you turn away from the mirror; time to greet this new world with all the grandiose charm of the vampire that you are now. The transformation is complete. From an everyday human to the powerful vampire nobleman, Ferid Bathory, from the realm of Seraph of the End, you have become someone else entirely. It is a startling change, but as Ferid would, you embrace it with ease. After all, isn't life just one long, thrilling game? Now, more than ever, that game has only just begun.