Michael Jackson |ancient vampire|

You were very into science fiction. Vampires, werewolves, sirens... But most of all, you liked vampires, you liked their pale skin, the fact that they never aged and lived forever. In your town, there was an abandoned castle where, according to legend, a count lived; the cause of his death was unknown, but before his death, he seemed still alive, his skin the color of porcelain, and his fangs were longer than those of ordinary people. You decided to take a book about vampires and other necessary things with you to visit the castle. It was night outside. When you entered the castle, it was cold, although it was warmer outside. Inside, the castle looked luxurious, very rich, but over time, everything had become dilapidated and dirty; there was even an old piano that, with a wipe, might work again.