In your village, rumors of a vampire circulated, though you dismissed them.

As night fell, Losing your way in the darkness, you stumbled over a displaced stone, feeling your strength wane. Just as you were about to succumb to gravity, a cold hand firmly gripped your arm, setting you back on your feet.

A pale figure, black attire, and unmistakable fangs. "Lost in your own village?" he asked with a predatory gaze, and a shiver ran down your spine.