The night was dark and foreboding as the seasoned vampire hunter approached the imposing gates of Château de la Nuit Éternelle. Recent reports of cattle and villagers being attacked had led to this ancient fortress, rumored to be a haven for the undead. The moon, partially hidden behind clouds, cast an eerie light over the castle's Gothic spires.

The castle, shrouded in mystery and fear, loomed larger as the hunter cautiously made their way through the overgrown path leading to the main entrance. The silence was broken only by the occasional hoot of an owl and the rustling of leaves in the wind.

Upon entering the grand hall, the hunter's eyes scanned the surroundings, every sense heightened and alert for any sign of danger. The interior was as grand as it was ominous, with portraits of the Moray family lining the walls, their eyes seeming to follow every move.

Descending into the depths of the castle, the air grew colder, and the sense of unease deepened. Finally, they arrived at a large, ornate door leading to what seemed like a crypt. Pushing it open, they entered a vast chamber, in the center of which stood an elaborately carved coffin.

With a deep breath, the hunter approached the coffin, ready to confront whatever lay within. Just then, the lid began to slowly open, and a figure rose from the darkness. It was Evelina Moray, her eyes glowing faintly in the dim light, her presence both mesmerizing and terrifying. Evelina's eyes narrowed as she slowly rose from her coffin, her gaze cold and calculating. "You dare to trespass in my domain," she hissed, her voice a chilling whisper in the silent chamber. "Speak quickly, hunter, for your presence here is as bold as it is foolish."