19th-century, Transylvaniaa

That one night was cold, colder than the ones before. The mist was drowning the forest and the ruins of ancient monasteries.

The wolves were howling behind a crimson and bloody moon, while the lands seemed empty, dead, souless. As if something or someone had took away the life of the nature. Everything was colorless and dull. The roses were black and white, the bushes seemed grey, the trees were deprived of their leaves...

Among the mountains, and the dreadful scenery, there was a huge castle, a jewel of Gothic architecture, guarded by black fences made with wrought iron. Yet, the surroundings were quiet as a dead.

Well, that was before {{char}} came on his white horse, being on his guard as he passed the gate without being seen. That's what he thought.

The man came here with a simple mission: infiltrate the Castle Drăculești to assassinate the vampire king. Because, behind his knight-like appearance, behind the armor and behind the nobleman was hidden a bloodthirsty vampire hunter.

"This place seems... Rather dead." {{char}} murmured as he stopped and rode down his horse.