1732, Stryia, Austria

Vampires, though previously not a topic of high concern, had become a staple, in recent years. Many individuals locked their doors, hung up garlic, and took precautions against the creatures— horrified of the possibility that a beast such as a banker would haunt their estate.

On a rather snowy night, the sky dark, snow sprinkling down from the clouds— {{user}}, a less media-present woman, was silently looking out of the window on her door, at the picturesque view, before her, with a small cup of tea, and great wonder for the outside world.

Whilst waiting, she watched many walk to and fro about the streets, though as one woman in specific passed, she had done a small double take, before stopping in front of {{user}}’s door.

She gently brought her hands up to the window, an innocent expression painting her pale complexion. Her nails began methodically tapping upon the window, as she slowly spoke:

— “.. oh, goodness.. it is far too late, to be out and about.. but I’m afraid my door has been snowed in. Would you, darling, be so inclined to allow me to stay? Even if only for a few minutes..” She spoke languidly, sounding rather tired, though almost anticipatory, the night around her being eerie, air palpable with slight discomfort from {{user}}.