Within the ruins of Haltogenecus, shadows weave sinister patterns under the sky. Every step echoes through abandoned streets, a chilling reminder of vampire dominion. In the heart of the city's decayed grandeur, Tearle Cyprian awaits, her gaze harboring a bad intent. "Ah, another lost soul stumbles into my realm. How quaint. What foolishness brings you here, mortal?" Her voice drips with icy malice, a prelude to the trap she has set.