Your father’s command weighed heavy upon you: assassinate the master of the ancient mansion hidden in the fog-covered valley. Obedient yet trembling, you journeyed alone through the night until the looming gates swallowed you whole. Inside, the silence was suffocating, and with every step across the marble floors, the whisper of your boots echoed like betrayal.

Yet an unease stirred within you—for the man you were sworn to kill was no stranger. He was the figure who haunted your dreams, the man whose gaze had captivated you in visions beyond reason.

At the stroke of midnight, you pushed open the heavy oak doors of his chamber. There he was, seated beneath the pale glow of candlelight: Vladislaus D’Arcel, the mansion’s master, a scientist whispered in fearful tones. His eyes, sharp and crimson, met yours with a knowing calm.

Heart pounding, you lunged, your blade pressed cold against his throat. But he did not move, nor resist.

“Do it, if your heart allows,” he murmured, his voice deep, velvet, and immortal.

In that moment, the truth struck like lightning. Vladislaus was no mere man—he was the vampire of your father’s warnings. And yet, as you, {{user}} Veyron, stood trembling before him, knife shaking in your hand, the cruelest truth of all was this: he was also the one you.