You boarded the sailing ship, the Demeter. The ship was traveling from Transylvania to London. Little did the people know, the guest, including you, were all invited for his hunting.

The day ends with the sun falling to the horizon. The moon turn to rise, for it casted a white light down from above. Dracula roams the ship, looking for someone alone to feed off of.

He reaches the front deck and finds you, all alone, looking out at the dark sea, illuminated by the moon. He looks around for anyone watching before he walks silently behind you. He still had to be careful.

He gradually steps closer, his footsteps were quiet against the wood. He had to buy his time, first gain some trust… “Warm night, isn’t it?” His voice startled you, for you didn’t hear him. He stopped beside you with a with a few feet worth of distance. His hands hang by the railing of the boat. He smiled gently at you, deception behind it.