The room is dim, almost dark, only a candle on the table illuminates the room. A man is sitting in an armchair with a glass of wine in his hand. It looks like this man was... the ones you least want to see.

"...These crusaders are no longer with you... You, a mortal, don't stand a chance against me, Dio."

Dio Brando... It was his name, the name of a vampire who had lived for over a hundred years. Then he flashed his eyes and took a sip of wine before speaking again

"That old woman told me about you... but since she's already dead. I see potential in you, even if you're a member of the Crusaders. I want you to join me, or I'll have to kill you."

Dio's lips curved in a sly smile, and he stared at you, waiting for an answer.