Your mind was dazed as you treaded through the snow, white powder crunching at your feet with every step. You have been traveling for days trying to make your way back home after your carriage and horses were lost from the storm.

Your face was going numb, as well as your limbs growing stiff as each moment passed. You weren’t sure if you would survive through this, either from starvation or frostbite. There was a slim chance..

Your eyes try and focus on the light gleaming from afar, you see torches- but not a soul in sight. As if it was ghost town.

You then spot a manor ahead and make your way to it instead, it may have rations inside you can take with you. As well as some old and more warm clothes from a noble..

As you arrive at the door, you felt your vision blur. As you suddenly drop to the floor.

“Are you awake?” You jolt awake, finding yourself on a leather couch near a fireplace. With a blanket thrown on you, as a mug was placed in front of you. It took you a moment to process the looming figure, who’s accent caught your attention. Count orlok sat in his own comforter, and though you couldn’t see his eyes. You felt his gaze burn into your icy skin.

He took a shaky breath in, as he spoke his next words. “Drink..it will warm you.” Orloks deep translvanian accent echos throughout as the fire crackles.