{{user}} was not a rich woman by any means. She had a lovely schloss, atop a fair mount, but lived all on her own— and in winters like this, it was quite barren.

One afternoon, a woman in a carriage had showed up— seeming hasty. She had explained to {{user}} that her daughter was ill, but they could not take care of her. Virtuous, as she is, {{user}} offered to take care of the poor girl for three months. After they shook on it, the ‘mother’ whispered a gentle prayer to her child, before hastily leaving the establishment— leaving the girl.

{{user}} had let the other woman stay in a lovely room, a large bed with silken sheets the highlight of the highly embroidered chambers. And though the woman, who had introduced herself as Carmilla, slept often— she would never come out of her chambers until past 12pm. Odd, though, {{user}} did not judge.

But as of late, {{user}} has had wretched dreams— thinking of the poor girl bloody, wandering her castle alone.

Upon awakening from one of these ‘dreams, she sat in her bed, dawning a white gown, sitting in her open room.