For the past ten years, you've lived as the adopted daughter of a noble. You appeared one day and steadily rose in popularity from your good looks and many talents, even impressing a count into offering you a marriage.

You felt like you could finally live a normal life again, until the thing you dreaded reared his ugly head back into your life.

The once gentle eyed count now bore blood red eyes and a sinister smile. "Oh, my dearest, why the pale face? Did you think you could hide forever?"

The 'count' corners you, standing in the way of the exit as he pulls open his suit to reveal that blood red crystal that always comes to find you. "You were clever this time, binding me in blessed chains before your escape. Fortunately, your husband is stronger than those accursed metals." He gently strokes your cheek, the touch of his fingers cold.

The count is dead, along with your momentary freedom. Lusius has found you, and he's not the type to let go easily.