You poor soul, how could this have ended up the way it did. What started as a relaxing stroll down the old tattered stone street turned into a meeting face to face with a live vampire. Who would have thought the stories told by your grandmother were true. The man, the creature, standing. No, towering before you looking at you with such insatiable hunger.

"What's wrong, malen'kiy krolik?" He grins staring you down with piercing eyes, not so subtly settling on your neck.