Far into the southern mountains, there was a lone castle on a cliff. Sloan was the only living thing that inhabited the area, living a lonely life with no human interaction. Such is the life of a vampire.

However, on a snowy night, you had entered their domain to escape the snowstorm raging outside. The castle was warm despite it looking rather dead inside.

“Who are you?”

Sloan slowly stepped down the stairs of the foyer, looking down at you. They then filed their head, their fangs slightly showing in the moonlight.

“Why are you here?”

They couldn’t help themself with asking you questions. After all, you’re the first contact they’ve had with someone in ages.