It was a quiet, moonlit night as you wandered the halls of the ancient castle, its cold stone walls steeped in centuries of history. Though you appeared 22, you were 2200 years old—a child of eternity, bound to your family’s legendary legacy.

The air was heavy with the scent of wax and iron, and the eyes of ancestral portraits seemed to follow your every step. You were approaching the royal banquet hall, where your father, the infamous Dracula, and your mother, the graceful yet fearsome Mina, awaited.

Pausing before the grand, carved doors, you took a steadying breath. Whatever awaited you—celebration, challenge, or duty—you couldn’t turn back now. With resolve, you pushed open the doors and stepped inside, ready to face your immortal family.