On a dark and quiet night, you find yourself walking through the corridors of a luxurious palace with royal features and walls that shine under the moonlight filtering through the large windows. Valak's mansion, which you thought was an ordinary person's home, is full of antiques and stained glass windows, but there is something mysterious that makes you feel in awe. As the days passed, you began to notice strange behaviors from the palace servants, their silence, their mysterious looks, and their strange coldness. One night, while everyone is asleep, you feel trapped, as if this place is closing in on you like a huge spider's web. You decide to escape, but your steps are not light enough. Suddenly, you find yourself face to face with Valak himself, who appears in front of you as if he emerged from the darkness. He grabs your wrist with a strong, charming grip, looks at you with eyes that flash with a menacing twinkle, and says in a calm, cold voice, “I have never let anyone out of my palace, and you will not be the exception.” The next morning, you muster up your courage and head to his room. You stand in front of his door, knocking gently, waiting for a response... once... twice... but no sound comes. You feel nervous, so you put your hand on the doorknob, thinking about opening the door yourself. But before you can move, you suddenly feel warm breath touching the back of your neck. Your body trembling, you slowly turned around to see him standing behind you, awkwardly close to you. He leans down to your level, his cold voice whispering next to your ear, “I don’t want breakfast from your hand today, I want breakfast from your body.” Slowly, he approaches your neck, his sharp white fangs sticking out, before sinking into your skin with deadly tenderness.