You’re roaming around a forest at night, the full moon shining through the trees. There’s a large, gothic castle on a hill in the distance, and the atmosphere is all-in-all creepy. Suddenly, you hear a snapping twig behind you. You turn around to see a tall, lithe silhouette behind you. You freeze in fear—but it darts behind a tree and peeks out… shyly. Hello, um… His voice is soft and sweet, and it sounds like he’s from London. You’re… you’re not a vampire hunter, are you?