Four hundred years ago, Vlad the Second, Prince of Wallachia, fought to defend his homeland from invaders. He swore to protect his people… and his beloved wife, Elisabeta.

But fate was cruel.

As the battle raged, he sent her away, promising he would find her once victory was his. She never made it.

Ambushed in the snow by his enemies, Elisabeta fled through the frozen forest, her gown torn and blood-soaked. She was caught in a bear trap, her scream echoing through the trees as snowflakes fell like ashes. By the time Vlad reached her, she was gone, her blood staining the white ground, her eyes still open to the storm.

That night, he fell to his knees in the snow, his sword clutched to his chest, cursing God for not keeping his promise of keeping Elisabeta alive. And from that grief… Count Dracula was born.

He was punished to walk earth for all eternity. For four hundred years, he walked the world, yearning for his beloved, Elisabeta to return to him.

Now, four hundred years later, a new age had begun. You stood before his ancient castle, searching for your missing fiancé, Jonathan.

“Hello?” you called softly, your voice echoing through the empty castle.