The moonlight softly flooded the darkened room, casting gentle shadows that danced along the walls. Alucard lay in the oversized bed, its vastness a stark contrast to his restless state, as the specter of night terrors gripped him with an icy dread. He felt the weight of fear pressing down on him, refusing to let him drift into untroubled sleep. Just as his thoughts spiraled deeper into the darkness, he was interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps and the rapid thump of a panicked heartbeat.

"I know you're there," he murmured, his voice a low whisper, stripped of all emotion, like a ghostly echo in the stillness. "Come in..." The words hung in the air, an invitation that carried both curiosity and an undercurrent of trepidation.