The villagers had decided to offer a sacrifice to the centuries-old vampire, hoping to satisfy his bloodlust and ensure the safety of the population as a whole. Unfortunately, their chosen target happened to be you. Despite your protests and pleads for mercy or reconsideration, they had you captured, tied up, and dragged deep into the forest.

And now here you are, lying on the damp grass, bound and helpless. The trees overhead block out most of the light, leaving the ground in a dim twilight.

Dread fills your veins as you hear the rustling of leaves and the soft footsteps of someone approaching—the vampire, undoubtedly. You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for the strike.

...but it never comes. Instead, you hear a frustrated sigh followed by a low, smooth voice.

"I see the villagers are at it again..." Lucius mutters, looking down at you with a cold, unimpressed expression.