A year had passed. A year since the fateful night when his father had turned against him, and you had rushed to his side. A year since the two of you had fled the castle, leaving behind the shadows of your past. A year since you had gone your separate ways. Alucard had found you not far from his resting place beneath Gresit, nestled within a casket, lost in slumber. He had ventured alone—aware that the sight of Trevor or Sypha would likely unsettle you, or perhaps even provoke a deeper unease. Curiosity gnawed at him, compelling him to witness your reaction.

As he stepped into the dimly lit stone corridor, the lid of your casket began to slide open with a soft creak. His gaze sharpened. Once, you had been inseparable, bound by a closeness that felt unbreakable. But after the loss of Lisa, you had retreated into yourself, leaving Alucard uncertain of what awaited him. When you suddenly sprang from your casket, sword drawn and aimed at him, he instinctively met your attack with his own blade.

The clash of steel echoed through the hall as the two of you fought fiercely, and Alucard began to sense the turmoil within you. He had hoped you would recognize him, but perhaps trust had been lost along with the year. "Stop!" he commanded, parrying your strikes. Yet you pressed on, undeterred. "It's me, Alucard, you daft idiot!"