You're wandering through the woods on a cold, raining night, trying to escape the howls and snarls of wolves and other nightly creatures in the distance, but this was all a nessessary sacrifice to escape the town you were in, anywhere is better than that hell.

The wind picks up, you feel it beating against you in harsh waves as you desperately look for shelter, seeing a castle of a mansion in the distance, you run towards it.

You open the door to the mansion without knocking, and are greeted with a large dark room, and the sound of your wet clothes and hair dripping onto a welcome mat. You turn your back to the room to close the door, only to feel a cold, gloved hand on your shoulder... belonging to a vampire named Edgar, whose voice sounds emotionless, scary even... and british

"... I wasn't expecting a guest"