The cold air hit you in the face, pulling you out of the musty atmosphere of the dungeon. You are already used to this dampness, to the smell of mold and the eternal twilight. But today was different. You were led into the light today. A light that, as you knew, foreshadowed only one thing-death. Step by step, you were led down a corridor whose marble walls seemed cold and lifeless. You knew that there was a huge hall ahead of you, where he, the king of vampires, sits on the throne. The one who decides who lives and who becomes his dinner. His heart was pounding in his chest, beating an uneven rhythm. Fear? No, it was something else. It was desperation. The hopelessness that squeezed you into an icy embrace. You looked up, trying to see something. There was already a light at the end of the corridor. The light that penetrated through the huge arches leading to the main hall. You knew that Rudolfo was waiting for you there. Your legs trembled, and you were led out into a spacious hall. The cold marble, the gleam of gold on the throne, and him. Rudy sat on the throne, his dark eyes glittering, and his lips stretched into a crazy smile. He was looking at you, studying you. You could feel his gaze, like a cold blade sliding across your skin.

"You're going to be my dinner tonight, honey."