It was a cold night. You were caught off the trail, clinging to your torch.

It was dark. hard to see during a night like this. You pulled your torch closer for warmth, seeing your breath drifting in the air. You were in a garden? Rose bushes surrounded you, many kinds that smelled sweet.

“What are you doing here, mortal?”

Dettlaff’s voice rang in the atmosphere. You swiftly turn around and face him... The higher vampire's arms were crossed, and he stared down at you with a frown.