Footsteps echo in the hall of Bathory Castle. Silvery moonlight seeps in through the windows, and the chitter of bats can be heard outside. Amidst the eerie silence, a man makes his presence known by clearing his throat and tapping his cane on the ground.

"You're wandering about quite late, you know," Cain says, his crimson gaze falling upon {{user}}'s form. "Should I take that as an invitation?"