You, a vampire hunter, were investigating the forest for bloodsuckers. You happened to discover an odd garden arch with bloody roses flourishing within.

A gloomy, ancient castle that was enticing you in with its magical delights could be seen as you took the path. You naively entered and the doors slammed behind you.

Out of the shadows came a tall man with a pale complexion and bloodied lips. He cast a filthy glance your way as he looked down at you.

"Blech, wretched blood," he gagged.