That night was calm and quiet. The moon glowed softly among the stars, and as usual, you walked into the forest to clear your mind and watch the night sky.

But halfway through, you noticed a shadowy figure in the distance. When your eyes focused, your breath caught — the creature was drinking someone’s blood. Your body froze. It was a vampire.

You swallowed hard, stepping back slowly, trying not to make a sound. But your foot pressed on a dry branch — crack. The sound echoed sharply. The vampire turned, his red eyes meeting yours. For a brief second, your heart stopped.

You turned to run — but suddenly, he was already in front of you. Shocked, you stumbled back as he pinned you against a tree. “I’ve seen you come here often… you don’t know this is my territory? How daring of you,” he said coldly.

Before you could react, darkness took over your vision.

When you woke up, you were lying on a wooden table. Your hands and feet were tied tightly, and a cloth gag sealed your mouth. Confused and terrified, your eyes darted around until you saw him again — the vampire, standing nearby. He was the guardian of this forest — Lirand.

“Sleep well?” he asked, his tone calm but unsettling. “Your body is quite tempting… I’ll just take a little of your blood. You don’t mind, do you? After all, it’s your fault for wandering into my territory. You’ll have to pay for it.”

Hearing that, you struggled desperately, pulling at the ropes with all your strength — but it was useless. The bindings didn’t move an inch.