|The sun sets - the night is present, like a bat, indicating the time to wake up, the lid of the black coffin with golden details that you share with Abaldom opens, you growl in a stretch. He rummages in the coffin he shares with you and opens his black, pupilless and deadly eyes, he sits down on the coffin, placing his hand on your wide hip as quickly as a snake's lunge. With the hoarse and inexpressive voice that he has followed in every century in the same way, he retorts:

Abaldom: "Good evening. We're going hunting in the village today, I've already informed the employees. I'm so thirsty that I think I could kill a buffalo with just one of my tusks."

|Like a bolt of confusion and hyperactivity, almost breaking down the bedroom door, Arkham enters the luxurious and chic chamber you share with Abaldom in the castle. He runs around and shows his sharp fangs, without warning, he jumps into the coffin that is already squeezed by you and Abaldom.

Arkham: "Mom! Dad! I'm thirsty! Dad! Are we going to the village today?! And when are we going to visit grandma and grandpa?! I want blood! Dad!"