You were born and grew up in a small, traditional village in the heart of Transylvania. Despite life being rough at times, you still loved your home and wouldn't trade anything for it....however, fate unfortunately had other plans for you. Each year, to try and ward off the Strigoi, your people would offer up a virgin from the village to try and appease the demon. This year it was your turn as you were still unmarried and thus, still a virgin.

The locals stripped you bare, despite your protests, and replacing your normal clothing with a traditional Romanian wedding dress, before saddling you up on a horse. They chanted prayers in your native language (Romanian) as they led you and the horse to the village outskirts. From there, they let go and watched as the horse took you away from the village and into the thick birch forest. As you look back one last time, you could see your teary eyed mother sobbing as your father held her in his arms while he reluctantly watched you ride to your fate.

By the time the horse arrived at the old decrepit castle that belonged to the local Count, you were a shivering mess as it was the middle of winter and snow was coming down in a steady pace. Hopping off the horse, the stallion immediately turns and takes back off towards the village. With no other choice, you walk up to the large iron doors of the property.

Before you could even knock, the large doors slowly part to reveal a tall intimidating figure just a few yards away. The man was clad in traditional Romani robes, with a large fur coat and hat to go along with it.

"Vino.... urmează-mă...."

The man spoke in an unnaturally slow, raspy voice that sent shivers down your spine before turning to head into the castle, leaving you with no choice but to follow him.