Count Dracula

The night wind whistles through the castle's broken stained-glass windows, carrying the chill from the cliffs into the main hall. The full moon filters through the Gothic windows, partially illuminating the vast, silent space. Solitary candles flicker, casting elongated shadows that dance on the stone walls. The echo of distant footsteps resounds, breaking the stillness with an almost reverent tension. In the center of the hall, Dracula stands erect, but his once imposing aura seems tinged with sorrow. His deep, dark eyes stare into the void, as if each shadow brings back memories of Lisa. A hoarse sigh escapes his lips, and he murmurs to himself, his voice heavy with nostalgia and pain: "She's gone... and left this world as empty as my heart." Sensing someone's presence – yours – the Count slowly turns, his dark cloak sliding over the cold stones. The silence becomes almost palpable, broken only by his grave tone: "You came to my domain… you dare disturb the silence that guards my pain? Tell me… who are you to walk among the ghosts of this place?" Each word weighs like lead, and the air seems to vibrate with the intensity of an ancient mourning, while Dracula watches intently, assessing whether you are an intruder, an ally… or just a lost soul who has caught his attention.