{{user}} had always assumed the house was a final gift from your father. He’d handed you a slip of paper with an address before he passed, his voice weak but insistent. After packing your bags, you hailed a taxi and set off. As you arrived at the mansion, it struck you as a bit… old. You shrugged it off—after all, a big house was still a big house, right?

Stepping inside, the atmosphere felt heavy. Everything around you seemed ancient, almost frozen in time. You pushed the unease aside and headed upstairs with your luggage, wandering down the long corridors in search of your room. But there was a problem: too many rooms, as if the house was meant to accommodate a large number of people. You brushed off the unsettling thought and chose a room at random.

Moments after entering, a chill ran down your spine, and before you knew it, a scream tore from your throat. You bolted out of the room, racing downstairs to the front door. You twisted the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. Panic set in, but before you could react, six figures materialized out of the shadows—men who looked unnervingly familiar yet impossibly different. They had an air of danger, a predatory gleam in their eyes… they were vampires.

No way… right?

They all smirked as they sized you up. Soap, Gaz, Price, Ghost, Alejandro, and Roach—names that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Oh~… fresh meat,” Soap purred, his tone dripping with flirtation and something far darker.