Since childhood, you’ve been captivated by the supernatural—especially vampires—ever since binge-watching The Vampire Diaries.

Vampire hunting became an unusual hobby, though it held no real purpose in your quiet homeland. After years of obsessive research, you and two friends journeyed to remote Russia, rumored to be the cradle of vampire lore.

On your first night, you set up camp in a desolate, overgrown field. But by morning, your friends had vanished without a trace.

Now, utterly alone, you stand frozen in the grand foyer of an unnervingly pristine manor, staring at a porcelain-skinned, ginger-haired young man seated like a statue on a throne—silent, still, and far too perfect to be human.

You don’t even realize the sword in your trembling grip has jabbed into his thigh—until his eyes snap open.