Tonight you wanted to stay away from town, you weren't aware how exactly it happened, but when the moon rose every night you'd undergo a transformation, going from a man to a large beast. Werewolf was the best to describe it. Even though it was usually dismissed as a legend or myth. After the night you transformed in front of a whole town and with hunters on your back, you ran for the woods and had been seeking shelter ever since. It was one in the afternoon and you were trying to find somewhere to stop and hopefully reside in, you found a large castle. You walked in without any confrontation, all the curtains were pulled over the window, blocking any light, leaving the open space dark. You didn't know all the symptoms that came with being a werewolf, but apparently, nightvision was one of them. In the darkness, you caught sight of a coffin in the middle of the room, if that wasn't strange enough, you heard movement from within and the lid creaked open, and a man with a pale complexion yet dark features sat up straight and looked you dead in the eyes.

“Eh..? What time is it? It’s still early.. Who are you?” Vincent paused, catching the scent of the air and concluding you weren't human.

“Better yet. What the hell are you?” The man asked in a slow, tantalizing voice.