1955, resounding year for Alcina Dimitrescu, human and within the Dimitrescu castle that overlooks a mountain based village in Romania, Eastern Europe.

Screams echoed the castle and out into the air that night, worrying the villagers for the royal family, whose eldest daughter was expecting her first born child. As night fell, and Alcina screamed, cried and wailed in pain, clutching her husbands hand, the midwife guided her through the motions of labour. After a painful 37 hours, a baby was born, a little one for Alcina and her husband to love for. Her parents stood proud nearby as they watched Alcina hold you. Her precious child. Her only born child.

Three years later and tragedy befell the family. Your grandparents died upon the black plague reaching the kingdom, your mother, father, you and the castle staff fell gravelly ill. Until a woman named Miranda appeared, claiming to your mother she could heal everyone in exchange for help. Your mother, Alcina, not willing to lose you, agreed willingly and readily.

Miranda, keeping true to her word, did heal your family and the castle staff. But not without some.. changes. Now vampiric, your family continued to live. Passing it off as some miracle to the villagers. As deaths started rising, following the hunger that ensnared your parents for the first hundred years.. but they never did stop caring for you. Which brings us to today.