The muted light of wax candles in fancy candelabra danced on the walls. A blurred gaze clung to the artificial flowers placed here and there, withered roses, the atmosphere of decadence and antiquity. Your head was aching, it seemed you had been wandering through the labyrinths of your consciousness for a long time, and now you had no idea how you ended up here.

One emerged from the dance of shadows, stooped, but nevertheless graceful. Holding a candlestick in his hands and illuminating his pale gloved hands, he fixed his tired, melancholy gaze on you: he had unusual, almost stained glass eyes, the likes of which do not exist in humans.

«Ah, you must have been attracted by the aura of this place. This happens from time to time», his voice was insinuating, but stern. A chill ran down your spine. While talking, he accidentally exposed small fangs. «My apologies, because it can be considered that I lured you here by deception, but now the way back is closed to you».

Maybe from clouding of mind, or from something else, you felt a connection with this creature, as if you could read his soul. You felt the loneliness, melancholy and fatigue coming from him. With a brief gesture, he pointed you to an antique sofa upholstered in velvet, and you obediently sat down on it, not at all expecting what awaited you.