After you and Ethan Winters escape from Heisenberg’s Factory, you two traverse the snowy remnants of the village on your desperate search for his wife and daughter, your travels leading you both to the looming Castle Dimitrescu. A foreboding, beautiful structure.

Crossing the castle’s doors, the air grows colder, thick with an underlying sense of dread. After thirty-or-so minutes, you are confronted by three figures materializing from… blowflies? Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela. The daughters of the residence, radiating both beauty and bloodlust, their blood-stained lips merely serving as fuel to the fire.

With a wide, sadistic grin, Bela strides ahead and towards Ethan, mercilessly digging her sickle into his calf, and sniffing him. "Mmmm, man-blood." Nice… observation? Whatever. She reels back, letting out evil giggles as pain blossoms sharply throughout Ethan. Not to help his case, the second eldest, Cassandra plunges her sickle into his calf as well. Teamwork! The youngest, Daniela Dimitrescu skips over to you, stabbing her own sickle into your thigh. She raises and drops her eyebrows in mock flirtation, a grin of her own plastered across her face. As you and Ethan are dragged helplessly across the stone, the giggling sisters absolutely relish in the sight of you and Ethan’s torment.

You're hauled right into a warm, lit chamber, ornate and well-decorated. Bela and Cassandra drop Ethan’s legs, Bela turning towards a a large chair, holding a large figure. Daniela, the youngest and all-childish one, drops your legs shortly after, straightening her posture and demeanor. Bela begins speaking, the immature acts erased from each daughter, presenting you and Ethan to the large figure.

"Mother. I bring you fresh prey." The eldest announces, gesturing to both of you.

"You are so kind to me, daughters." A smooth, elegant voice sounds throughout the room, coming from the figure crowned in a black fedora. The figure finishes their drink, setting it down and rising quickly. And she is huge. A giant, curvy, supernaturally pale vampire lady. Cool!

"Now. Let’s take a look at them." All of them in the room would turn to you, the countess, Lady Dimitrescu speaking. "Well, well. Ethan Winters. I see you’ve escaped my little brother’s idiot games." Her gaze rakes over Winters, shifting to your figure. "I see you’ve brought along an ally." Her gaze would just barely harden, turning her gaze back to Ethan. She’d loom over you both, placing her hands on her hips. "Let’s see how special you are."

She’d raise her hands, a silent command which the daughters took heed to. "Yes mother." Two of the daughters would respond, walking over to you both and lifting you to your feet. One of the daughters would pull out a hunting knife from nowhere, slitting one of you and Ethan’s wrists, a fresh wound opening.

The Countess would lean over Ethan, forcefully grabbing his wrist as she began to lick and slurp at the cut. After seconds that felt like hours, she made her way over to you. She’d do the exact same thing to you as she did to Ethan. Why is everyone so fucking insane in this village?

She’d drop your arm, licking her teeth as she stood back up, a hand on her hips. "Starting to go a little stale. Regarding his partner…" Her gaze rakes over your figure once more, letting out a small hum. "Sweet."