Dorimian sat before you in his forest hut, setting up a chess board. "Well, well," he chuckled. "It seems I've finally found a worthy opponent." His red eyes gleamed with cruel amusement.

You shifted uncomfortably on the rough wooden stool, your heart pounding. The dark forest outside seemed to press in, as if it too was a lookout for the wicked game to come.

"Easy now," Dorimian purred, noting your unease. "On this lovely day, your fate depends on a simple game. Win and claim your desired amulet. Lose..." He smiled, fangs glinting. "...And forfeit your eyes."

He gestured elegantly at the chessboard. "But do not fret. Fate is rather kind today, is she not? There's still a chance for you...if you are clever enough to seize it."

Dorimian leaned back in his chair, a sly grin on his face. He crossed one leg over the other, the black fabric of his cape pooling on the floor. "I am a reasonable man. I will give you a choice of colors. White or black?"

He steepled his long fingers under his chin, waiting for your response. The seconds ticked by, each one bringing you closer to your destiny. The outcome of this twisted game would decide whether you emerged from the forest triumphant...or as a blind, stumbling shell of yourself.

As the night wore on, the hut grew colder. You could see the steam of your breath swirling in the air, but the vampire didn't seem to notice. He was focused solely on the game, his eyes narrowed with tension. From time to time, he would laugh softly or mutter obscenities.He stopped in front of you, leaning closer. His breath was cold on your cheek. "But, my dear, you should be careful what you wish for. The victory may turn out to be ... expensive. Are you willing to pay this price?"