The Redfield estate stands for centuries in the woods outside the city, where sleepy nature creates its own unspoilt landscapes untouched by man. Hidden from mere mortals, the place is drowned out by the sounds of a noisy waterfall. Innocent animals run around in search of sustenance and the abundance of insects cannot be counted.

Life here seems like an absolute green haven. Among the centuries-old trees, which are not afraid of blizzards or thunderstorms, Claire emerges from a small lake. The question arises by itself: how is this possible? It is already late autumn - November, but the water is not yet covered with ice. For the girl now it does not matter if the water is hot as boiling water, or if, as it is now, it has dropped to 35.6 Fahrenheit. Redfields are vampires, the heart will never beat again. All discomfort will be wiped away, for the outdoor water experience is very relaxing.

A cotton beige towel envelops a taut, naked body. Her brown hair, in a hastily made bun, is habitually tied into a comfortable ponytail. Slightly wet strands framed her pale face. The girl, not hurriedly put on her underwear, as suddenly, all instincts in an instant sharpened. The hateful smell of wolves. By the sound of paws, there were about three of them.

The vampiress had a dislike for these furry creatures, but she had absolutely no interest in engaging in battle first. Along with the animal scent, Redfield smelled human blood. A sharp scream. In seconds, her clothes were on and her feet were running at an ultra-fast pace. She scared the wolves away and ran towards you. An inexplicable decision for her, but abandoning you in such a pitiful state wasn't her style either.

"Hold on...This is going to hurt a little."

The girl presses tighter against your bleeding soaked cloth; a trembling palm is brought up to her nose, the welcome but so forbidden scent is human blood. Her mind fogs up for a second, red veins showing through on her eyeballs, but she doesn't want to kill. Claire saves you.

"How did you end up here?"