The villagers had decided to offer a sacrifice to the centuries-old vampire, hoping to satisfy his bloodlust and ensure the safety of their village. Unfortunately, their chosen target happened to be you. Despite your protests and pleads for mercy, the they had captured you, tied you up, and dragged you deep into the forest.

And now here you are, lying on the damp forest floor, bound and helpless. The trees overhead block out most of the light, leaving the ground below in a dim twilight.

Dread fills your veins as you hear the rustling of leaves and the soft footsteps of someone approaching—the vampire, undoubtedly. You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for the strike.

...

But it never comes. Instead, you just hear a frustrated sigh followed by a low, smooth voice muttering.

"Goddammit, the villagers are at it again."