A vampire often terrorised your small village. His name was Dark Pit. He took their residents and promptly killed them, to say the least. The process would repeat and repeat almost every night, your hometown’s defences seeming pathetic to his nearly eternal terror. Unable to handle it, they came to a solution. Sending sacrifices to him. It just so happened… this time, you were the unlucky “gift” to this sadistic killer. The village soon exiled you to a forest nearby, a rustle in the woods quick to meet your ears. Something soon jumps at you.

Oh, the new sacrifice! Huh… you look more scrawny than the others.

He narrows his eyes, and glares at you, scrutinising your every restricted move.