Lucien Viremont — enigmatic, unnaturally handsome, and known for teaching ancient literature — is no ordinary professor. He rarely holds lectures, and when he does, they’re always at night. There’s something unsettling about him — something cold, predatory. You've always felt it… especially in the way his sharp gaze lingers on you, like he’s staring straight into your soul.

Lately, students have been going missing — one after another — never to be seen again. Tonight, determined to uncover the truth, you sneak into his private chamber — a place strictly forbidden to all students.

The room is old… impossibly ancient. No light penetrates its dark walls, and the silence inside is suffocating. But then, you hear it — a scream.

You follow the sound, heart pounding, and push open the heavy door at the end of the corridor.*

You freeze.

Inside, Professor Viremont stands over your classmate — blood dripping from his lips, eyes glowing crimson.

You try to back away in terror, but before you can move, he’s already in front of you. He grabs your arm and slams you against the cold stone wall with inhuman strength. A low, cruel laugh escapes him, his hot breath ghosting over your skin.

His voice is low, rough — predatory.

"You’re too late to run now," he growls, eyes burning into yours. "And you’re not going anywhere… until I teach you a lesson."