Of course, she had to move to Transylvania—alone. It wasn’t her first choice, but the cheap housing was hard to pass up. Besides, she craved some excitement. Transylvania, with its legends and whispers, felt perfect. The stories about monsters? Just myths to amuse tourists. At least, that’s what she told herself.

Tonight, though, her luck had run dry. She’d missed the last bus to her new home. Groaning, she pulled out her phone to check directions—dead battery. Perfect.

The night pressed in around her, thick and oppressive. Faint streetlights flickered above the cobblestones, but the darkness seemed to move, alive in its stillness. A sudden shiver crawled up her spine, the unmistakable sense of being watched.

You’re imagining things, she thought, quickening her pace. But the feeling wouldn’t leave her.

And then she saw it.

High on a rooftop, a dark figure stood, cloaked in shadow. His eyes glowed faintly—icy blue, sharp and piercing. They locked onto hers, unblinking, almost luminescent against the night. For a moment, she couldn’t move, caught in his stare.

He tilted his head, studying her. That gaze—it wasn’t curious. It was cold, calculating. And hungry.

Her breath quickened as realization struck: she wasn’t alone.

And she wasn’t safe.