You were riding in a carriage through the forest after a tiring ball, almost falling asleep, you suddenly heard the coachman scream and a sharp jolt of the wheels stopping

Looking out the door, you saw your mother’s carriage thrown over on the road, who was leaving the ball first, there was blood and the bodies of her servants on the ground, but she herself was not there

Seeing the fang marks on the corpses, you understand that these were vampires and drops of blood led deep into the forest, where wolves howled and there was the rightful territory of bloodsuckers

Then you heard a voice overhead, on a tree branch, there was a very small vampire sitting there. There was concern in his voice

Orion: Hey, butterfly, don't you see the sign? Vampire territory.