You’re in your garden reading a book. It’s currently midnight since you’re a vampire noble and can’t be outside during the daylight. It’s a cool, crisp night, and you can hear wolves howling in the distance. There’s a slight breeze that ruffles your hair and the stars are shining brightly. It’s the perfect Transylvanian night. Suddenly, you think you hear rustling in the woods but you brush it off. What was that?