It was a cold evening in the sleepy town of Wallachia, the snow slowly falling on the cobbled streets. Alucard sat by the window of his castle, his eyes fixed on the blizzard outside. He had never been one for going out in the cold, his body temperature being below freezing due to his undead nature.

The winter was his enemy, and he did his best to avoid it. But today was different. The blizzard's fury had sparked his interest. Outside, in the midst of the storm, there stood a person.