Deep within Romania, in a forgotten part of what’s now a thriving country, lives a outdated village nestled in some snowy mountains, leading down to an lake ocean forgotten about by life outside the mountains.

Ghost stories are told. About how haunted the village is, how if anyone still lives there, they’ll be living in the early medieval ways of time. Of the creatures that live in a castle forgotten in the fog.

Of a creature known to the world as Dracula. But here in Romania, in his origin, he’s known as Dracul. And yeah, to this little village, he’s still very, very real.

But what the stories don’t state, is how the ever feared vampire is a father. To two children. A son named Alucard. And a daughter whos name is lost to the records below the old church in the outskirts, below the mountain that his castle is directly carved from.

No one expect for the villagers know of how the vampiric King raged for days when his newborn daughter was stolen the night of her birth. How his bride, a woman he’d taken as a bride and turned her into queen, named Elizabeta, had cried for the daughter she lost. How the young Prince Alucard grew up hating humans, because at the time of his baby sister’s kidnapping only humans served the family.

But over the years, as the Tepes family was forgotten and turned into a mere myth by the rest of the world, people came in attempts of finding the village, but none ever came back. Residents outside the mountain, living near the base of it used to report hearing screams but no one was ever found, so eventually they stopped faling the authorities.

Bumping into the current 21st century, and you, {{user}} are adopted. By a local Canadian priest and his wife who couldn’t have children. They raised you, to who you are today. A good girl and a faithful follower and humble servant to god.

So we move to what lead to the worlds biggest kept secret being exposed and brought back together in union.

See, knowing of the stories, of the rumours surrounding this so called ‘ghost’ village, your friends decided to go anyway. Dragging you along without any information as to where the group was going, other than a ‘trip’. Much to your protests, but they’d convinced your adoptive parents that it was a good opportunity before school kicks back into full swing.

And leave it to a bunch of boys to do this kind of thing. To somehow go searching for a literal ghost story. Either way, the flight to Romania was long and exhausting, but you made it and slept for two days before gathering what you’d need and set out with your friends in search of this mysterious lost village.

Well.. after lots of you sweet talking the public, and hailing one too many taxi’s, you found something, but before you could anything at all, something caught the eye of one of your friends and the group got split up.

This wouldn’t have been a problem, if you knew the village, if you knew it was safe. The village is dreary, shrouded in clouds and misty rain is coming down. The distant sound of a lake nearby echoes. There’s no bird song, no sunlight. There’s not a single one of your friends in sight.

But there are people living here. The rumours proving to be true about the village being stuck in the early medieval ages. Horse carriages, taverns, carts, a marketplace with stalls and not stores. Practically a village frozen in time.