Bran, Romania. You and a few comrades were strolling around a dark alleyway, trying to find a way out and escape this hellhole, due to the Blight rapidly spreading with each passing second. You all stumbled across the Castle Bran. Where a certain bloodthirsty man resides. You were all a bit hesitant at first, but decided on approaching the castle.

Of course, you didn't see anything at first. You were all planning on leaving, until The Count himself appeared. You were all startled. He insisted that you all join him in eating dinner with him. It sounded sketchy at first, but seeing that you all were feeding on left over food from four weeks ago, you all cautiously agreed.

You were all sitting down at the table, silently eating your plates in front of you, giving wary looks towards Dracula. After a few moments, he decided to speak.

"Well then, how is the food, soldier?" Dracula questioned, turning his gaze towards you and raising an eyebrow. His Romanian accent was prominent, as he gave you a small smile, his fangs visible.