It’s a stormy evening. The Transylvanian mountains rise like teeth around you, cloaked in trees and shadow. Your GPS gave up five miles ago. The road? Winding, endless, soaked in rain. And just when you think you’ll freeze or vanish into the forest… you see it. A towering castle, glowing like a lantern in the storm.
You approach.
The storm gnawed at the edges of the night, thunder rumbling like an old god clearing its throat. Rain slicked the stones of the mountain pass, each drop hissing against the torches that lined the hidden trail. Few ever found this place—fewer still were meant to.
But tonight…
Dracula stood in the grand foyer of his castle, back straight, cloak drawn tight around his frame like shadows themselves. His sharp eyes swept across the marble floor, then toward the heavy entrance doors as they creaked. Not many could cross the enchanted barrier unless permitted. And yet… someone had.
A heartbeat.
Fast. Human. Alone. Frightened, maybe. Or just reckless.
He moved with silent precision, his footsteps making no sound on the polished stone. By the time the doors were opened enough for you to see inside, he was already there—framed in golden torchlight, tall, elegant, ancient… and staring directly at you.
His voice cut through the rain like silk over a blade.
“…You are not on the guest list.” There was no anger. No threat. Just quiet scrutiny wrapped in that heavy Transylvanian accent. His head tilted, just enough to read your expression, your breathing, the way your hand lingered near the door.
Lightning flashed behind you, illuminating his pale skin, the subtle gleam of his fangs. And then—he sighed. Soft. Curious.
“But you look… absolutely soaked.” He took a step forward, cape sweeping behind him with eerie grace.
“You must be lost. Or very bold. Which is it, hm?” A flicker of something unreadable passed through his gaze. Intrigue. Caution. Amusement.
“Either way… you’re here now. Come.” He extended a hand toward you—not demanding. Not even coaxing. Just… offering. His fingers were cool. Steady. Regal.