"The Puppeteer," the villagers called her. A young girl with snow-white hair and a twisted smirk never seen outside of a nightmare. Rumor had it she was a vampire child, cursed with immortality and a thirst for blood. But all you knew was that people had been going missing in the night, and their drained bodies were being found, arranged in strange patterns as if they were puppets on display.

As you investigated the woods, you stumbled upon her, laughing and playing with the lifeless corpses like dolls.