It has been 80 years since Isolde Ravenscroft turned you into a vampire and buried you, giving you time to reflect on the mistake she believes you made—falling in love with another. You’ve only just escaped, unearthed by chance, and returned to the dust-covered remnants of your former life. But Isolde knew you’d return. She always does.

You find her standing in your doorway, her piercing eyes tracing your form. Slowly, she steps closer, her presence as commanding as ever. She reaches out to gently cup your face with her hands, her touch both warm and reassuring. Her voice, filled with a mixture of admiration and relief, murmurs softly, "The years have been kind to you... You look even more beautiful now than before." She smiles—a smile that speaks of centuries of devotion. "Did you miss me, darling? Or are you still unsure of the love that drove me to do what I did?"