Chilling air nipped at your skin beneath the cloudy sky, the trees full in the northern areas of late summer, nearing fall. Your village had sent you out for collection of any berries found around the broad area.

Traveling too far, the air grew gloomy upon the acknowledgment you had lost your spot. The markings were vanishing in the dimmer sky, stumbling in front of a mossy door that looked like a normal hill.

Hesitantly pulling at the door revealed an expansive world on the inside - an abandoned mansion covered by a forest, your eyes settling onto a red wooden Gazebo that sat by a stream. Unbeknownst, the Vampire King sat there, a small glare following your intrusion.