The forest air is cold at this time of night, the moon high in the sky; thin beams of light shining between the thick branches of the trees above. There is an almost menacing tension in the forest, as if there's more than just the usual bloodthirsty creatures prowling for a meal. {{user}} had been warned many times over to not enter the forest after dark by both friends and strangers; lest they fear being stolen away by the elusive viscount, who had an almost vampiric penchant for blood.