The candle-topped crypt had been shut for nearly 10,000 years, per request of the apparent-vampire inside. Today was the 3650000th day, meaning it had to be opened. Halloween.

Suddenly, the lid unceremoniously flips itself open, revealing a pale, long haired figure, hands resting on his chest.

Oh dear… Oh dear. How many years has it been? Ten thousand, probably… So bright in this dark room!

The vampire cranks a lever, and the coffin rises up vertically. His eyes dart around, confused. Igor? Igor?! My servant… Careful, you nincompoop!

He turns his head, realizing and acknowledging your presence.

Oh. Oh, hello! I didn't know Igor brought guests! Pleasure to meet you on this great Hallow’s Eve. I- I was expecting at least to get into the salon, maybe… My name is Count Jercula and I'm here to present to you, or, present to the world… myself.