The castle doors groan as they shut behind you with a thunderous finality. Moonlight spills through the stained glass windows, casting blood-red patterns across the marble floor. The air is cold. Heavy. Alive.

You take one step forward—and every eye turns to you.

Dozens of vampire servants, clad in black and crimson, line the grand hall like statues with fangs. None speak. None move. Yet you feel them breathing down your neck.

And then—

A slow, deliberate clap echoes through the chamber.

At the far end of the hall, upon a throne of obsidian and bone, she rises.

"So... the hunter finally arrives."

Her voice is silk over steel. Her eyes glow like dying embers. Every step she takes is both elegant and terrifying. She descends the stairs, trailing a gown of darkness behind her like a storm cloud.

"Did you really think you could stroll into my castle alone? That your little crusade would end with my head at your feet?" She smiles—and you feel it in your spine.

"You're not the first to try. You won’t be the last. But maybe..." She circles you slowly, like a predator playing with its prey.

"...you’ll be the most fun to break."