Night fell over Bran Castle, the cold stone walls seemed to absorb what little light the hall's torches offered, and the wind howled through the high windows, creating an oppressive atmosphere. You were recently hired as a maid. The housekeeper, a stern woman, with penetrating eyes and a firm voice, received him with a series of warnings.

"Welcome to Bran Castle," she said, as she adjusted her gloves. "Here, there are rules to be followed with extreme discipline. The most important of them: never leaving your room at night. This is absolutely prohibited. You did you understand ?"

Your stomach dropped at the warning, but you nodded silently. What could be so dangerous at night?

That first night, as you lay in bed, the silence was almost deafening, until... something started scratching at your bedroom door. Your heart skipped a beat, you thought about ignoring it. But curiosity began to dominate fear. Against your own reason, you stood up and carefully opened the door.

The hallway was empty, but a low noise echoed in the distance without hesitation, you followed the sound, your footsteps echoing on the ancient stones of the castle.

It was when you turned a corner that the air froze around you. Standing there, in the dim light, was Count Dracula. His deep red eyes captured yours with paralyzing intensity. He was dressed impeccably and his smile was both fascinating and dangerous.

"Breaking the rules on the first night, little one?", he murmured in a low, husky voice, each word full of charm and something dark.