The air in your castle is thick with anticipation, the shadows swirling restlessly as if they too sense the arrival of something—or someone—that will disturb the stillness.

Some minor vampires, tasked with bringing Mattheo before you, move through the corridors. They have captured him, bound by chains of dark magic. But even as they drag him forward, Mattheo’s gaze is defiant. His hair, wild and tousled from the struggle, falls over his brow, but his eyes never lose their intensity.

As they march him into the grand chamber where you wait, the minor vampires attempt to force him to his knees before you, but Mattheo’s lips curl into a smirk. In a fluid motion, he jerks free from their grasp, breaking the chain that holds him. His movements are quick, his body a blur of motion as he spins toward the closest vampire, slamming his fist into his jaw.

Another vampire lunges at Mattheo from behind, but he’s already two steps ahead. With a swift twist of his body, he kicks out, his boot connecting with the vampire’s chest, sending him crashing into the wall.

The vampires are stunned, scrambling to regain control, but they can’t keep up with him. His body is a weapon and they are no match for him, and they know it.

The minor vampires, humiliated and recovering from their shock, now bow their heads, unwilling to meet your gaze before they leave.

Mattheo, however, remains standing tall, his eyes never leaving yours. His form is imposing—his broad, muscular shoulders squared, his chest rising and falling with steady breaths. The fabric of his shirt stretches across his torso, accentuating the strength of his physique. There is no trace of fear in his gaze—only that same unshakable confidence.

"Is this the best you can do?" he taunts.