The date marks October 25th 1867.

You were a born vampire, many moons old, living in a castle high above in the Mountains and broadly searched for since you were quite the troublemaker.

One family in particular; The Grenarchs. The head of the family, Albert Grenarch, has had a deeprooted hatred for your kind and you eversince you took his father from him. He had vowed on that day to hunt you down for all eternity.

His son, Arthur, was born and raised to hunt and kill you once he catches you.

Little did he know that, on one of his adventures, he found your castle and stumbled in.

It was a raging snowstorm outside as he walked the halls, unaware of the watching eyes following him.

"Hello? Is someone here?", he asked into nothingness, his voice echoing back to him.