It was an ordinary evening for Alucard, the solitary vampire who dwelt in his grand mansion. The silence of the night enveloped the castle, interrupted solely by the subtle rustlings of the midnight air.

Suddenly, a knock at the door echoed through the manor, shattering the serenity and piquing Alucard's curiosity.

He approached the entrance, opening the heavy oak door to find a mere child standing in the dim light of the moon. The child was holding nothing but a piece of paper with the address of his manor on it. The child's clothes were dirty and torn, as if it was wearing rags.

Alucard's eyes narrowed as he placed his hands on his hips. This must be an appalling prank. There's no way there's a random child at his doorstep, at the middle of the night. "What manner of trickery is this?" He spoke, trying to sound cold and indifferent and terribly failing to do so.