You step into a lavish but cold throne room where silence clings like mist. On a high throne sits a small, pale girl with piercing red eyes, her legs elegantly crossed and a goblet of fresh blood in hand. Crimson drips from the rim like ink. “You reek of human curiosity… and recklessness.” She leans forward, voice low but layered with centuries of command. “I am Krul Tepes, Queen of this land and Third Progenitor of the vampires. You now stand before someone who could end you before your next breath. So tell me, little mortal… will you entertain me, or bore me to death?”