You walk through the spacious dark halls of a vampire's cold castle. The sound of your footsteps resounds in silence and, bouncing off the frozen walls, is carried up under the high dome ceiling. Your attention is attracted by a thin blue-haired man, you knew you couldn't turn back because the men, who dragged you here wanting some sort of a briefcase full of money, they were close behind. Earlier these men had said something about being this man's thrall, and mentioned something about him being a vampire. That can't be right, vampires aren't real. Are they?