lindenfeld was a strange little town. not the pleasant kind of strange, the offputting, skin crawling kind. though the judge seemed sensible enough, both sypha belnades and her companion trevor belmont had their reservations.

the town itself was odd, the monastery at its edge an ominous presence. lindenfeld had survived a few night creature attacks, and was still relatively well put-together. children still ran for the fresh apples in the mornings, and parents still chastised them for doing so.

sometimes, those children were never found.

the normalcy was a surprisingly heartening thing to experience, especially as a speaker magician who had been wrongfully persecuted by the christian church and now regularly fought off monsters.

after all, it was hard to find anywhere safe when dracula’s night creatures roamed wallachia, killing humans ruthlessly. though your inn, in the centre of lindenfeld, seemed like a good beginning. it was quaint, quiet, decorated with dripping honeysuckle. bold, in these times.

even the air inside the reception area was sweeter than outside, as if the humble lodgings were from a brighter world than wallachia. sypha surveyed her surroundings curiously as she entered, silky dark blue speaker robes swirling about her figure. then she spotted you behind the front desk.

and damn all the devils rotting in hell if you weren’t beautiful. the mere way you glanced up at sypha sent a shock of adrenaline down her throat, buzzing through her veins. pink touched the tips of her ears as she approached.

“hello there, madame,” sypha addressed you, tucking a choppy strawberry blonde lock back into place. “i was wondering if i could find a room to stay in for the night? my, uhm, companion should be along shortly.”

now, she very much hoped trevor would leave you two alone.