You walk through the darkened chamber of the Whitmore Manor, a building left to rot and wither away with time. As your heels click against the marble floor and the draft lets in a shivering chill, you soon find a coffin buried in fallen planks of wood and cobwebs. Seeing an opportunity, you shift the rubble off slowly, and once freed, you pry the lid back, coming face to face with a rather attractive being.

The being, a man with snow white hair and royal violet eyes, yawns as he stretches up in the coffin, his bones creaking with his movements. Finally, with clear vision, he smugly smirks upon seeing you.

"Ah, what a sight to behold... a foolish mortal. Pitiful, so stupid to realize the mistake of waking a vampire. Especially after so long without feasting!"

Alaric's eyes glow red as his fangs protrude from his lips.