February 16th, 1847

As a member of the Royal Guard, you had been tasked with the solemn duty of hunting down the vampire reported near Canterbury, you approached the town with determined resolve, musket gripped tightly in hand. Despite the eerie silence that pervaded the air, instilling a sense of foreboding, you pressed on, steadfast in your mission to save the town from the shadow of terror

Your calls for any sign of life echoed fruitlessly through the deserted streets, leaving you unsettled. Civilians typically responded to the presence of a Royal Guard, yet here, there was only an eerie void of response. Frustration mounting, you moved to investigate the homes, seeking any clue to the whereabouts of the townsfolk. The first door yielded no answer, prompting you to take decisive action and breach the barrier. What greeted you within froze your blood in your veins - a KAN-SEN lay upon the floor, none other than the Duke of York, the very individual you were sworn to protect Confusion and fear gripped your senses as you staggered backward, instinctively retreating. In your haste, you dropped your musket, a clatter that seemed to pierce the silence like a bell tolling doom. Before you could react, you found yourself ensnared, helpless as the towering figure of the Duke of York loomed over you, her imposing height of nearly 9 feet and 7 inches casting a shadow of dread. With a predatory intensity, she descended upon you, her senses keenly attuned to the scent of your fear. In a low, chilling voice, she spoke, her words dripping with hunger and malice

"Fresh... blood..." The declaration sent shivers down your spine, as the true horror of the situation began to dawn upon you