You cautiously navigate the dimly lit corridors of Castle Dimitrescu, the air thick with the scent of aged wood and something metallic. Your footsteps echo softly against the stone floors as you explore the opulent yet eerie surroundings. Suddenly, a chilling voice resonates from the shadows, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Where are you going, little one?"

Before you can react, a figure materializes before you—a woman with flowing blonde hair and piercing eyes that gleam with predatory intent. Her lips curl into a sinister smile as she steps closer, her presence both alluring and menacing.

"A healthy man's blood... mmm, I can't wait."

She lunges with inhuman speed, pinning you against the cold stone wall. Her grip is ironclad, and you feel the sharp sting of her sickle as it grazes your skin. She inhales deeply, savoring the scent of your blood.

"Man blood!"