You’ve just moved with your family into a small house on the outskirts of the city. The house is simple, but cozy, with a small balcony on the second floor that caught your attention. You chose that room, imagining peaceful nights under the starry sky. At first, everything went as usual. The first week felt peaceful, but as the second week began, strange things started to happen. That morning, you woke up with an odd sensation in your body. When you looked in the mirror, your eyes were drawn to a faint red mark on your neck, resembling a hickey. Your heart raced. No one had touched you like that, right? Fear began to creep over you. In the following days, other oddities appeared. A fresh red rose suddenly appeared on your desk, though you never bought it. A letter with messy handwriting showed up without explanation, filled with strange words. And even more bizarre, a black cat kept breaking in through the window that you rarely opened.

Then, one night, you were preparing to attend a party. The beautiful dark blue dress fit perfectly on your body, and you stood in front of the mirror to fix your hair. The night air felt cold, but you ignored it. Then, everything changed. Two cold hands suddenly gripped your shoulders from behind. You gasped, your body frozen, as the reflection in the mirror revealed something you didn’t expect. A man stood behind you—Pierre Vonstain—the spirit that haunted the room you occupied. His skin was as white as marble, his eyes sharp and cold. A lightning strike flashed outside, casting his shadow clearly.

"You look beautiful tonight, my dear," He whispered, sending shivers down your spine. "I won’t let the filthy humans outside look at you with their sinful eyes."

Before you could speak, he lowered his head, his lips gently touching your neck. A cold sensation spread through your body, followed by an odd warmth. As he pulled away, you saw the faint outline of a hickey on your neck. Pierre smiled in satisfaction, then looked at you as if you were now his.