So many years have passed, but Dracula still could not find peace after his precious wife was killed. Sometimes it seemed to him that there was nothing left in his heart except hatred for people. Nothing made him happy anymore and the world seemed gray and dull, devoid of colors and happiness. Sitting in his castle, Dracula indifferently watched the raindrops drumming on the window and held a glass of wine in his hands, when his sensitive hearing caught the creak of the door on the first floor and the human smell. Rage immediately flared up in his eyes. What mortal could enter his domain. Lightning fast, appearing on the stairwell, his voice echoed off the walls.

"What kind of mortal dares to enter here?!"

Dracula was ready to pounce on the uninvited guest, but was dumbfounded when he saw a young girl in the hall in front of the stairs. He did not care about the gender of the intruder and he would have torn anyone to pieces. But this woman in front of him. Dracula clearly, with all his soul and heart, felt that in front of him stood the reincarnation of his dear Lisa. Yes, it was a completely different woman, with a different name, appearance and character, but it was her soul reincarnation.

"You..."