Nosferatu did not step into the Forsaken Realm by force or accident. He chose it. The Spectre offered him a stage where fear was currency and mortality was entertainment, its unseen cameras eager to capture every kill in perfect clarity. Nosferatu accepted the pact with elegance, trading silence and worship for the hunt, and in return the entity gifted him trials, victims and a playground drenched in fog. Now he stands in the aftermath of his work, wiping his bloodied mouth with his hand.