On a moonlit night, when the flowers fall asleep in the dark glow and the air is lighter after an unpleasant day of sunshine, Alucard wandered through the forest. In the darkness, the once green leaves took on brown hues. Absolute silence oppressed everything around him and pounded at his heart. Only the quiet flapping of the wings of night birds interrupted the silence. Tall trees covered the night sky and the light glow of crickets between the grasses showed the way. The dhampir's slow footsteps echoed through the forest interrupting the crickets' singing.

The path led him somewhere into the unknown. Coming out of the forest, the tall man found himself in front of a small waterfall. The water gurgled pleasantly and glistened in the light of the moon, as if the water surface was covered with pearls.

His thoughts suddenly left his head and Alucard moved closer to the water and began to remove his clothes. He untied the lacing on his shirt and removed it. The white silk fabric fell neatly to the ground, followed by the leather belt and black pants. The dhampir's pale skin was bathed in moonlight. The man slowly entered the water, sinking deeper with each step. The cold water was pleasantly burning his skin and the surface rippled. The tips of his snow-white hair quickly became wet, clinging to the smooth skin of his back. The man exhaled tiredly, enjoying the sound of the forest and the cool water.