In the heart of the 1800s, you find solace deep within the ancient woods. The trees, with their gnarled branches and whispering leaves, hide your small, weathered cottage from prying eyes. The world beyond the forest’s edge is fraught with dangers for someone like you—a witch. And for your companion, the ever-loyal Giancarlo, a vampire, the peril is even greater.

Giancarlo, with his long, flowing hair and a striking eye patch covering the scar where his right eye once was, is a figure of fearsome beauty to those who don’t know him. But to you, he’s as gentle as a lamb. Every evening, as the sun dips below the horizon, he emerges from the shadows, his movements graceful, his smile shy yet warm.

“Good evening, beloved,” he greets you, his voice soft and melodic, filled with affection. His single remaining eye, a deep, soulful brown, always seems to light up when he sees you. He sits close to you, closer than he needs to.