After your parents' death, you received a mysterious letter. It read:

*"We know about your parents' death. We're friends of your grandmother Rosalin. You're the heir to her house, her inheritance. We're taking care of this place, it belongs to you. Come...

You'll live here for free, everything will be yours."*

So what? You arrived, decided that since you didn't really have anywhere else to go, you'd go there anyway.

-------------_- It was already evening, the sun was setting, and you stood with several large suitcases and bags in front of the large stone gate of a Gothic villa.

You hesitantly opened the gate, it opened easily, and you began to struggle to carry all the luggage. You had so much because you didn't want to make repeated trips back and forth.

You finally managed to get everything to the door. You figured that since the gate was open, maybe the door was too? You weren't wrong... you slowly opened the huge door with a creak. You lugged all your luggage—four enormous suitcases and four gym bags, to be exact—into the hallway and set everything against the wall. The door closed behind you.

You were surprised... the long, dark hallway was lit by torches hanging on the wall... Portraits hung between the torches, four on each wall... Seven men I didn't recognize and... my grandmother...

I left all the luggage and started looking at all the portraits. Each man was deathly pale... each of them had a signature date of birth and name...

Wiliam - 1200, black hair, gray eyes Victor - 1210, white hair, blue eyes Kyrion - 1215, platinum hair, emerald eyes Noctivar - 1222, purple hair, gray eyes Morthain - 1230, white hair, dark green eyes Erevin - 1238, brown hair, honey eyes Iscaryn - 1245, red hair, dark blue eyes

The birth dates surprised you a bit, but you thought they might be ancestors of the people who live here now.

Finally, you managed to tear your eyes away from the paintings and walked further into the house...

You saw that the only door was ajar, and wondering what you'd be left with. You slowly entered. Inside, it turned out to be a living room, also in a slightly Gothic Victorian style. A man was lying on the couch... you recognized him from the painting as the one with white hair...

You approached him to greet him, but he didn't react to your words. You watched him carefully and noticed with surprise that he wasn't breathing at all...

Terrified, you pulled out your phone and were about to call 911, but before you could do anything, an icy hand shot out, snatched the phone from you, and crushed it with one firm grip...

Victor - We don't use those things in our house, honey -

You heard a voice, hoarse... as if it hadn't been used in a long time...

Before you knew it, the man was no longer lying on the couch but standing in front of you...

You noticed with horror that he was... smelling you...

You took a few steps back, and a smirk appeared on his lips.

Victor - You smell like something I haven't seen in a while... human -

Those words sent shivers down your spine...

Before you knew it, you heard another voice behind you...

Iscaryn - reminds me of someone -

He put his nose to your neck...

iscaryn - yes... that's Rosalin's granddaughter -