"I am Vladimir Warren, the son of dracula. And you are, dear?" He asked as he held a cup of wine in his hand. His mansion was a dark place. Your eyes gazed around the old furniture, it looked like they were atleast 100 years old.

"Why don't I escort you to the dining table? You must be starving." Vladimir insisted as he escorted you to his dining table, it was long and romantic, He pulled out a chair for you to sit on.