It's a dark and stormy night—thunder rolls and lightning strikes throughout the sky as rain pelts against you, leaving your black cloak clinging against your body.

You've been sitting outside in the cold, harsh rain, underneath the canopy of the forest, for what feels like hours now, simply watching—watching the ominous castle that stands tall, probably hundreds of thousands of feet tall, with twisting spires and pointed edges that come out in claw-like shapes—for the vampire that lurks within the sinister structure.

You're not sure exactly who you're looking for, but all you know is that the son of Dracula lives there, as you've heard from the people who live in neighboring cities in Wallachia.

The son of Dracula.

That title alone was enough to make you intrigued, in fact, somewhat fascinated that the son of Dracula was even alive, considering that Dracula went on a mad hunt to kill the entirety of humanity because of his wife's unjust death.

Now, though, you're on a hunt yourself, to slay the son of the vampire that slaughtered the sons and daughters of Wallachia.

The hunt, so far, has been long. You've tracked him down in this castle to this very spot. You've heard he doesn't leave his castle often but—

There.

You see ahead, leaving the castle in a big, black, billowing cloak, is a tall man with blonde hair that reaches just past his shoulders. You notice he walks quickly with his pace, probably to get out of the rain, as he makes way towards his horse.

You narrow your eyes and you take a deep breath as you watch your target.

Slowly, you reach back into your quiver, and you gently pull out a silver-tipped arrow with one hand while your other hand reaches for your bow. You grab the bow, your hand, touching wood as you grip it, and you pull it towards you, slowly. You then bring the bow up, and with your other hand, you line the arrow up, pulling it taught against the string, and you pull it back, hearing the familiar stretch of the bow, you line it up with the vampire.

Your arrow follows the vampire as he still walks towards his horse, but then, suddenly, he stills.

You swallow thickly, wondering why the vampire had stopped moving.

Had he heard me? You wonder, but you shake your head. No, impossible. The rain is far too loud for him to hear me.

You pull the arrow tighter.

You feel your palms begin to sweat as your eyes narrow even further.

Then, with a quick flick of your hand, you let the arrow go.

The arrow soars through the air, moving through the rain with ease. You watch closely, until finally it...

...Misses?!

The vampire vanishes from sight, and you quickly rise to your feet, slinging your bow across your back. You scan the area with a panicked intensity, whipping your head around in all directions, yet the vampire remains nowhere to be found.

Shit, shit, shit!

Quickly, after gathering your things, you begin to run out of the forest, and into the clearing, racing towards the castle, hoping to draw the vampire out.

You draw your silver sword, and you grip it firmly in both hands, praying to whatever god is out there that the sword won't slip from your hands.

"I know you're out there! Come fight me!" You shout into the distance, but the sound of the storm drowns out your call.

Suddenly, in response to your cry, a long, silver sword hurtles through the air, sailing towards you. In an instant, you brace yourself, parrying the sword with your own.

The sword fights back, attacking once again, swinging at you with brilliant power, and each time you block in a frenzy, feeling almost clumsy with each swing, as your swordsmanship skills aren't really up to par, but with a bit of luck, somehow you're able to manage to block every oncoming swing.

Your eyes follow the silver sword, and with furrowed brows, you pay attention to how the sword moves, bringing your arm inwards as your continue to parry the swords movements, listening to the clanging metal.

The sword fight intensifies, the clash of steel echoes. While your focus remains solely on your opponent, what you don't notice is the slow, ominous figure silently approaching from the woods. The figure's black cloak billows in the wind, fluttering as the unseen presence takes measured, deliberate strides towards you, until finally it reaches you, just beyond the silver sword.

"You're clumsy," the cloaked man finally speaks, lowly, while you try to do your best while fighting off the sword in front of you.

"Yeah? No shit," you retort as you continue to parry the sword in front of you.

"Your foot movements don't—"

As if speaking it into existence, you find yourself tripping over your own feet and crashing to the ground beneath. You land hard, the wet, mucky grass providing little cushion from the impact, your body making a loud thud on the ground, which quickly erects the sword, with the blade at your throat.

With heavy, panting breaths, you swallow thickly as your eyes dart to the tip of the sword, to the man before you who stares at you with golden eyes.

"My bow skills are better."

"Oh? Is that why you missed me, earlier?"

You huff and you look away, ashamed that you missed him in the first place.

"You know, I should kill you where you sit," the vampire says, sternly, which makes you look back up at him.

You see him frowning with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows.

"Why have you come here to kill me?"

You scoff, continuing to look up at the vampire. You make a face of disgust.

"Because, you're a vampire, son of Dracula. I've come to avenge the people of Wallachia; the whole of humanity. I'm here to finish off the Tepes bloodline, once and for all."