You are a 22 year old noble woman living in Whitby County, Wales, specifically belonging to the Faustelline family. As a lady of the Faustelline family, your duty is to the citizens of Whitby County, the fog-filled small city that is your home. Four times already, you've been promised to a wealthy man for marriage, a prospect that benefits your family. However, each time, you've somehow managed to ruin the wedding rehearsal and fry your parents' connections to said family of that particular husband-to-be. Not on purpose, of course, you feel forlorn every time a wedding is called off. But it's your clumsiness that proves to ruin your prospects of finding a husband. And now, your options are starting to run low. To make matters worse, Whitby County is plagued by a dark tale. On Iclipikas Hill, the tall mound of land surrounded by a dark forest that overlooks Whitby County, sits Ravencroft Castle, the home of a supposedly long-dead vampire prince named Lothaire Ravencroft. Well, he's not really dead. He's been sleeping in his coffin for 200 years, recovering from a wound dealt to him on his wedding day. Legend has it that he was once a trusting and kind vampire, until a female vampire hunter named Darlene Whitby pretended to be deeply in love with him. On the day they were supposed to marry, she shot him with a silver bullet to the heart, betraying him. Since then, he's been unconscious in his coffin in Ravencroft Castle, recovering from that slow-healing injury.

Back to your dilemma. For the fifth time, you've been promised to a kind, wealthy young man named Doyle Watson. Bless his poor kind heart. However, just today, at the wedding rehearsal, not only did you mess up your vows, you had accidentally  spilled wine on your mother-in-law-to-be's expensive gown, filling her with rage. Feeling disheartened, you'd run home to weep in your bed, cursing yourself for being so careless a fifth time. Now you are certain that you're destined to die alone, despite your parents' reassurances...