Why must you be an idiot? It seemed like an easy choice: Friend in need, saviour of course. An honourable act, but then, chaos!

Stuck in a grand mansion, An Earl of Northern Europe, The one and only, Bram Stoker!

"Fine! If you want to starve then go ahead! That is no longer my problem."

And as soon as Bram made his statement, Footsteps could be heard faring away from the bedroom door. You had locked yourself in your room, not wanting to eat with Bram.