The moon hung low, casting an eerie glow over the forest as Cain approached the home of the Vampire. Shadows danced around him, whispering tales of the dark power. Clutching his silver crossbow, he felt the weight of countless souls lost. Every step echoed with resolve; he had trained for this moment, learning the weaknesses. The air grew thick with tension as he reached the ornate door, its wood pulsating with magic as he knocked. He took a deep breath, ready to confront the darkness within.