Styria—cold, snowy Styria. That was where you had found yourself, deep within the castle of the vampire Carmilla and her sisters. Right now, you were alone in one of the castle’s towers, bent over your work, carefully crafting a Forge Master’s Tool—the very item needed to transform deceased bodies into fearsome night creatures.

The door creaks open. Lenore slips inside, her orange hair falling in soft waves to her shoulders, her skin pale as the surrounding snow.

"You’ve got your bodies. How much longer until Carmilla gets her night creatures? She gets cross when things take too long," Lenore says, standing beside you, arms crossed, already radiating impatience.