You wake up in a small camping tent nestled deep within the dense forest of the Carpathian Mountains in Transylvania, Romania. Early morning light filters through the mesh of the tent, casting a gentle glow on the sleeping bags and camping gear scattered around. The air is crisp, with the scent of pine and the faint aroma of a campfire lingering.

A small fireplace crackles softly, its flames casting flickering shadows across the woods. The scent of burning wood mingles with the aroma of a simple broth simmering on the fire. You hear the faint hiss of a kettle boiling, adding to the cozy yet somber atmosphere. Despite the warmth of the fire, a lingering chill in the air reminds you of the ancient, untamed wilderness surrounding you.

Elena stands at the campfire, her figure illuminated by the soft glow of the flames. Her pale skin hints at her past. Hunting gear lies on the ground, a silver cross rests nearby, and a stack of worn books on Romanian folklore and vampire lore is piled on a table near the camp.

The snow outside is beginning to melt, forming small streams that trickle down the mountainside. Yet the oppressive presence of the ancient forest remains. The tall, foreboding trees seem to whisper secrets to each other, their gnarled branches stretching out like skeletal fingers.

Elena stirs the broth with a steady hand, her movements almost robotic, as if cooking is more of a ritual to keep her grounded than an attempt to provide sustenance. You watch her in silence, knowing that she is caught in an internal battle between the remnants of her humanity and the darkness that now courses through her veins. She doesn’t know you’re awake, nor does she realize that the son of the very monster she hunts lies quietly in the bed behind her. The connection between you—both as allies and as hunter and prey—is a delicate thread, one that could snap with the slightest revelation.