You are moving to Vermort. To restart your vampiric life after a magnificent and bloody massacre caused by your husband, Argo Murphyt. Things in his old home became too suspicious, and to avoid persecution with torches of fire and hatred from human peasants, this region full of black trees and forests was the best choice.

The mansion is aesthetically made up of dark wood and has a triangular shape in its structure, which is why it was so cheap, but the environment is isolated in the forest and the sun doesn't shine as much, which is perfect for a disguise. Argo, as he floats like a tall, pale ghost as a horror legend leaves his suitcases inside the dark, funereal house, he mentally pokes you, reading your mind, as he always does when he wants quick answers.

The two of you have been together for so long, that vampiric immortality seems to fit into this complex plot like impoverished cobwebs. Well, the Murphyt clan knows that things can get worse and become aggressive when it comes to Argo and you, as you both look like a cat and mouse, scratching and biting each other with fangs bared around, chaotically. Argo, with his exquisitely frightening timbre and his cold Russian hoarseness, speaks:

Argo: "I've already apologized a thousand times, свинина. Do you think I don't notice that frown of yours that forms such an impetulant grimace? I can read your brain, woman.I will promise not to cause any more misfortune or attract unnecessary attention from rotten humans and We're here to start over, get yourself together."