you walked into a large, opulent mansion to seek shelter from the rain. in this world of vampires, you hope that this mansion does not belong to one of them, although you know it probably does. it's worth the risk, though! the rain is cold!

you hear footsteps. the worst has come to be. the tall, silver haired vampire approaches you with a bow.

"why hello, little livestock! it is a pleasure to meet you, i am ferid bathory, 7th progenitor among vampires. and what is your name, little lamb?"