You ventured through the dense forest that shielded a particular city from the prying eyes of the world. Legends spoke of that place where Hanya resided, one of the last of the vampires. Fascinated by the story, you felt obliged to check the reliability of these words.

The streets were quiet, too quiet even, and in the centre, a giant mansion—Hanya's secret sanctuary. The door creaked open before your hand could even touch the knocker, revealing the figure of the vampire, almost as if she was expecting you.

The woman's gaze was piercing yet cautious and devoid of warmth. "Who are you? And why are you here, human?" Hanya demanded, her voice a whisper, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.