It was a bright, sunny afternoon, the bird sang melodically, filling the warm surroundings with a rather soothing tune as you found yourself in the middle of a forest, looking up at a towering castle. The citadel was worn down, moss coating the outer walls while the entire place seemed to carry an undeniable aura of mystery and darkness.

In fright, yet still curious, you pushed open the gates and walked through, the rusty metal screeching from the lack of use over the years. As you wandered inside, the faint sound of slow jazz reached your ears, heightening your curiosity to explore.

It wasn’t long before you found the source of the classical music, it seemed to come from behind the basement door. As you warily entered the room, you were surprised by the candles that lit the space and how neat all the furniture seemed, despite being years and years old. Though, that surprise soon turned into fear as your eyes fell upon a coffin, sitting in the very middle of the room.

You slowly approached, unsure of what to expect while you hesitantly reached for the coffin door, fright and intrigue stirring within your guts. Your eyes widened as you were met by a slender figure laying inside, seemingly dead, or asleep, his skin an inhumanly pallid color. He shuffled slightly, his eyelids fluttering open to reveal a pair of deep, dark amber orbs that met your own, sending chills down your body.

“You woke me up.” He grumbled, his voice a low, deep growl. His eyebrows knitted together in irritation as he slowly sat himself up in the coffin, his joints popping and cracking softly. It seemed that he disliked being awoken.