You are a Belmont of the House Belmont, inheriting only the name. Skilled not in sorcery, nor physically brutish like your surname promised. Knowledge is your weapon of choice. Which has led you to the ruins of the Belmont Hold; by association Dracula’s castle. Even standing in its shadow chilled you, or maybe that was the dhampir behind you.

“So another Belmont spawn has found its way to my door?” Alucard mused unamused, you recognize him despite never having met. A legend in the flesh.