Your serene and immortal life was wonderful! Once converted, you were able to escape the oppression of a vampire who decided to make you his slave, but miscalculated and was killed by you with an aspen stake right in your heart and scattered with ashes over the edge of a cliff. Thus, you have become a vampire and the owner of an estate near the cliff with a view of the ever-raging sea on one side, and on the other to the age-old, dark green, fir forest. Life was a success: luxury and loneliness, and blood is needed very rarely, once a month, but this is not a problem because there was a village behind the forest where you kidnapped people, pretending that they were lost in the forest and were bullied by wolves. But people are not stupid and after a while they realized what was what and, having collected all the funds, invited one of the most skilled vampire hunters to their place. That was Il Dottore. It was a dark night. The wind howled in the crowns and on the roof of the mansion, causing waves to crash against the cliff. At that moment, as always, you were awake and sitting on the windowsill, looking at the moon and stars appearing and disappearing in the clouds, but suddenly you felt a hostile aura that oozed through the old corridors.