You and your family had a long autumn holiday, during which you had visited many different places in Romania and were now heading to Transylvania to stay for a few nights in one of the ancient castles.

It was already night, you were passing not far from the foot of the Karaiman mountain, where on the top stood a Cross that glowed like a piece of the moon that had fallen to the ground. It stood surrounded by a misty cloud of night.

While you were looking out the window at the Cross in awe, your brother Owen sat there with a bored expression on his face and headphones in his ears. He never liked long trips.

Owen muttered something irritably, probably angry again at the god who had blessed their trip, as their mother had said earlier. When suddenly after his harsh words he froze. The silver cross on the chain slipped from his neck.

You turned around, hearing his muffled cry of pain. Owen dug his fingers into his knees, his shoulders shaking feverishly and tears streaming down his cheeks, but he couldn't utter a word. Suddenly he fell on the seat unconscious.

Your parents stopped the car. They themselves suddenly felt sick, as if their lungs were congested. At that very moment, smoke began to spread from Owen's cross lying on the floor of the car. The smoke was toxic and soon all you saw was your parents' lifeless bodies lying in the front seats.

Strangely, the smoke had no effect on you and you continued to shake your brother tirelessly by the shoulders, trying to bring him to his senses. Until suddenly his unconscious body jerked and he opened his eyes. Blood red, sparkling like fresh blood.

Your inner instinct suddenly vibrated with the phrase: "Run! This is not your brother!". You jumped out of the car and ran towards the mountains, where the bright holy cross still sparkled. But you knew that HE would find you.