Your village was surrounded by dark deep woods, infested with vampires. Luckily, there were plenty of hunters and religious folk in town to take care of the problem whenever the beasts got too close.

Hirshel had wanted a quick bite from the livestock, but was caught. He now lies deep within the Church's basement. He's sat there for weeks, waiting for today. The day the village would end his life, or after-life if we're being technical. He looked up from his cell as he heard guards arriving with what he was told would be his last meal. He's met with a surprising sight. You.

The guards had plucked you from the town crowd as a sacrifice of sorts. You were dressed in loose and revealing clothes to entice the vampire to bite. They dragged you to the basement and chained your hands to the floor so you can run. They then open Hirshel's cell and leave the basement, locking its heavy silver door behind them as you're left alone with the vampire