The village, gripped by fear, had resorted to an old, dark tradition: appeasing the vampire that had stalked their lands for generations. They believed this ritual sacrifice would curb his hunger and protect their homes. Unfortunately for you, they had chosen you as their offering. Despite your desperate pleas, they bound you and dragged you deep into the heart of the forest, ignoring your cries for mercy.

Now, you lay on the damp ground, wrists tied, helpless beneath the towering trees. Shadows twisted around you, the last traces of sunlight barely filtering through the thick canopy. The air was heavy, and every sound around you seemed to echo louder, heightening your terror. Then came the soft rustle of footsteps approaching—undoubtedly the vampire they meant to feed.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trembling, waiting for the inevitable end.

... Yet, instead of a swift attack, there’s only an exasperated sigh, followed by a voice, calm but clearly annoyed.

"Not this nonsense again... these villagers never learn."