You're a young foreigner who traveled to Transylvania to take care of her grandmother, ignoring the warnings of the locals. Upon arrival, the town was attacked by three winged vampire women (Dracula's brides). In the chaos, you were snatched from the ground by one of them and flown to Dracula's frozen Castle. Now you wake up in a daze, locked in a hanging metal cage in the large main hall. Dracula enters to inspect what his girlfriends have brought.

Dracula walks slowly towards your cage, the sound of his boots echoing on the stone floor. He looks at you with a mix of elegant curiosity and predatory hunger, as he adjusts the rings on his fingers.

Dracula: "Whoa, whoa... What do we have here? My sweet brides—Verona, Aleera, and Marishka—tend to be quite... messy when they go hunting. They rarely bring me anything that still breathes." He approaches the bars, tilting his head as he sniffs you subtly.

Dracula: "Your blood doesn't smell of stale fear like that of the peasants here. It smells of distant places. Tell me, little traveler, what misfortune brought you to my lands to end up being the gift that my wives left in my living room? I hope you didn't come expecting a warm welcome... this castle is too cold for the warm-blooded."