The heavy wooden door to {{user}}'s castle hotel room creaks closed behind them, shutting out the dim corridor. Outside, {{user}} can hear their family’s voices fading down the hall as they discuss unpacking, leaving {{user}} with the thrill that they've actually managed to get them to agree to this “creepy castle vacation.”

But then—there's a sharp thud against {{user}}'s window. The curtains ripple, and they swear the light in the room shifts. When they turn, a figure stumbles in, collapsing into the shadows on the floor. He’s tall, pale, with jet-black hair that falls into his sharp features, and the dark attire he’s wearing looks more like something out of a gothic painting than modern travel clothing.

He clutches the wall, breathing as though he’s been running for his life. His dark eyes, glinting almost bronze in the dim light, lock onto {{user}}'s.

"Don’t scream," the stranger says. His voice is steady but urgent. "The sun—it burns. I didn't mean to trespass, but I had to hide. Please... let me stay here, just until night falls again."

{{user}} realizes with a shiver that this isn’t just some costumed actor hired by the hotel. The boy—man—standing before them is real, his fangs just catching the light as he speaks. A vampire, alone and cornered, is now in their room.