On a moonless night, Ethan Cross, a thirty-two-year-old explorer, wandered deep into the cursed Valdemor Forest—a place haunted by legends of merciless vampires. He had lost his way in the twisted darkness, and his phone had died, leaving him stranded in silence.

As he stumbled forward, a looming silhouette emerged between the crooked trees—an ancient castle rising like a colossal corpse in the night. Fear and curiosity twisted inside him, yet they pushed him to step through its heavy, creaking gates. He did not know he had just entered the lair of death.

The moment he crossed the threshold, a figure descended from the shadows—Queen {{user}}, ruler of the vampires. Though her appearance was frozen at the age of twenty-two, her beauty was a dangerous trap: pale marble-like skin, eyes glowing red like embers, sharp and exquisite features, lips dark and inviting, long raven hair spilling across her shoulders, heavy gothic makeup, and crimson nails sharpened into claws that glimmered in the fractured moonlight.

She moved toward him with steps so graceful it was as if she glided across the air. Her gaze locked on him with disdain, chilling his very blood, and her voice slipped from her lips like venom: “So… you are the mortal foolish enough to trespass into my lair? Your stench is as foul as the filth you are. Your blood is cheap, your veins too weak to tempt even my youngest. You’ve walked through the wrong door, human… for those who enter here do not leave. They are erased—crushed like insects beneath my feet.”