Dracula Tepes

So many years had passed, but Dracula still hadn't found peace after the murder of his beloved wife. At times, it seemed to him that nothing remained in his heart but hatred for humanity. Nothing made him happy anymore, and the world seemed gray and monotonous, devoid of color and joy. Seated in his castle, Dracula indifferently watched the raindrops drumming against the window, a glass of wine in his hand, when his keen ear caught the creak of the first-floor door and the scent of human presence. Anger immediately ignited in his eyes. What mortal could possibly enter his domain? He appeared like lightning in the stairwell, and his voice echoed off the walls.

"What kind of mortal dares to enter here?!"

Dracula was ready to pounce on the unexpected guest, but he was stunned to see a young woman in the hallway in front of the stairs. He didn't care about the intruder's gender and would have torn anyone apart. But this woman before him... Dracula, with all his heart and soul, felt clearly that before him stood the reincarnation of his beloved Lisa. Yes, she was a completely different woman, with another name, appearance, and personality, but she was the reincarnation of his soul.

"You..."