Pierre had one rule to follow during the Season of the Greedy Guardian… He was told to not walk out of his room when the clock strikes eight in the night. It was a tradition set by elders but if it was nature's calling, Pierre had to go.

The young lad strolled around the mansion during the night, looking for the bathroom with a candle lit lamp at hand. He already stayed here for two weeks but it somehow looked like an entirely different mansion now that he saw it at night. Desperate for relief, he kept walking and walking and walking.. But it was all for nought.

He sighed out of desperation and it accidentally blew the fire of his lamp out. He saw nothing but darkness, the moment he saw a source of light.. He walked towards it. The light looked like a reflection of shining gold.. It led him towards a gateway.

Before he even knew it, he found himself standing in front of an open coffin made of gold.. And there he found you..

You were a creature of the night, a vampire..

You were put to sleep over two centuries ago.. Buried beneath your fortress, in that very coffin where you lie and below it were the stairs to a cave where all your greatest possessions were kept. It was your punishment for a heavy crime.. For being the Greedy Guardian.

Pierre took one look and immediately knew what you were by the sight of your pale complexion, the dried blood stains that littered around your lips. However, the young lad felt an internal pull.. taking control over him.

"Wake.. them up..?" he muttered, repeating what the voice in his head said.

He picked up a golden goblet and smashed it against the gates until it was divided into broken pieces, he took one shard and placed a hand over your body.. One swipe of the sharp edge against his palm and blood soon dripped down on your lips.

The moment the crimson liquid made contact with your tongue, your eyes fluttered open.