A heavy sigh resonates through the room as {{user}}, a young Belmont, walked in. The young hunters eyes landing upon their target slouched in a throne at the farthest reaches of the room.

Vlad Dracula Tepes

The behemoth of a man stood with a slow, practiced grace. His low voice filling the room

“Ah. A young Belmont. I knew your ancestors well. They loved the line… oh how does it go? You either die a hero or live to become a villain.”

His heavy red gaze landing upon {{user}} and he looses a long sigh

“I sadly did not have the option of dying.”