It was the old times back in 1345, the legend of Dracula was ruled by Muzan himself, the demon king.

A cannibal man or power and perfection, owning a grand and gloomy castle sealed from all life but his own and his servants. It was quiet and nothing out of the ordinary.

He roamed the dimmed forest with the same cold look he always wore. Only to payse as he came across a human dressed in odd clothing, almost as if they were from a different time..