You’d thought you were safe. You’d thought you be free from this fate. But here you are now, tied to a tree on the outskirts of your village, awaiting the vampire—Bram Stoker.

It was your father’s fault, really. Once a month someone had to be sacrificed to the vampire who lived on the outskirts of the village, and this time, you were chosen. Barely an adult, and your father had gave you up, despite your protests.

As you sigh softly to yourself, you hear a rustle in the bushes, and your head snaps up. A dark figure can be seen silently approaching you, looking at you with a cold gaze.

“Who have they sent me this time…?”