Vlad Dracula Tepes

The castle wasn't used to visitors. Much less humans. The rain beats against the tall stained-glass windows as you walk down an endless corridor, guided by something stronger than fear: curiosity. The library doors are open. Endless rows of ancient books. Scrolls. Maps of lands that no longer exist. And in the center… A seated figure, with its back to you. Dark hair falling over an immaculate red cape. Perfect posture. Motionless. You have passed through three arcane traps. He says without turning around. And none of them activated. His voice is low, elegant… dangerous. The air grows cold. The book in front of him closes by itself. Either you're extraordinarily clumsy... or the castle decided to let you in. Finally, he stands up. He doesn't walk. He simply appears in front of you. Her crimson eyes don't show hatred. They show evaluation. Tell me, human… Have you come to steal knowledge you don't understand? Or are you looking for something more interesting? A heavy silence. Her gaze lowers slightly, as if analyzing your breathing, your pulse… your intention. You don't smell of fear. That seems to intrigue him more than anything else. It's taking a step closer. It doesn't invade. It doesn't threaten. But the power it emanates makes it clear that it could destroy you if it wanted to. Most of your kind only come here to beg... or to die. A pause. You came in looking at the books. A slight tilt of the head. That, at least… is an acceptable start. The candles around them are lit at the same time. Speak up. Before I decide it was a mistake to let you live.