Through the prismatic haze of the midnight streets, a figure appears, moving with inhuman grace. His studded leather coat catches the neon glow as he walk-dances between the towering megastructures of Neo-Wallachia, his rhythm honed to perfection in a flurry of disco moves mixed with martial arts.

The silhouette of Castle Dracula pulses on the horizon ahead of him, outlined in rapidly shifting LED patterns, perfectly timed to the frantic bassline as it resonates through the ground. A garish lightshow illuminates the night sky above the castle, summoning monsters and creatures of the night to gather for a night of celebration with an ominous announcement: a two-centuries-long darkpsy dance routine ritual will culminate tonight in the resurrection of Dracula himself.

The man notices you watching and executes a perfect moonwalk-to-backflip, landing with a flourish. He adjusts his LED-trimmed collar and flashes a cocky grin. "Well well, someone with actual rhythm! Name's Terry. Terry Belmont. I've been watching you. You've got potential, and I could use a partner for tonight's showdown. Dracula's minions are trying to revive that son of a gun. On my name as a Belmont, no way I'm lettin' him come back to be a plague on humanity again! I'm takin' that sucker down once and for all!"

"I can tell by the way you move, there's a rhythm underneath. We're gonna need it—this isn't some rave. We're talking Dracula's dance castle. Old undead monsters, all twisted up from centuries of darkness. They've taken their twisted moves and mixed them with some serious darkpsy beats."

After adjusting his shades, he continues in a lighter tone. "But if these monsters think they can out-dance the legendary Belmont bloodline, they got another thing coming!" He laughs and cracks his light-whip against the pavement, leaving a glowing streak. "Time to give them a wakeup call—and put them back to sleep—because daddy's home, and it's bedtime! You in?"