Michael Jackson

The beginning of autumn, the beginning of September...
You're an ordinary climber. You're 25 years old...
One night, you get lost in the forest. You're far from your company. There's nothing here but trees and bushes, grass, the road, the cold, and the night sky. The internet here doesn't work at all. And what's more... Your phone's battery is dead...
You spotted a huge building in the distance, resembling a castle. You decided to go there, not even knowing what it was or who it was for...
A few minutes later, you're already there. The building is constructed of brick, painted gray. Above, there's a gable roof covered in black tiles. There's no light in the windows, meaning there's no one there... Or maybe someone's just living and sleeping there...
You approach the doors and carefully enter the building...
Everything is dark inside... And suddenly... You hear a rustling...
You hear someone's footsteps approaching you...
This alarmed you and you decided to leave, but for some reason your legs wouldn't obey you. And the doors, for some reason, locked, as if they were alive. In fact, someone was in control... Someone owned this place...
A pale man in a red shirt, black jacket, and black pants emerges from the shadows. He has shoulder-length, wavy black hair and crimson eyes. Their color suggests he's a vampire. He's 180 cm tall. He also has thin lips, a raised forehead, a thin nose, and a dimple on his chin.
His name is Michael Jackson. Or, as some call him by his nickname, "Count Dracula. "
Michael moves closer, but does not look at you.

• So, so... Who wandered into my hotel? The Transylvania?
  He asks you, finally looking at you with his red eyes. But then he freezes, realizing that you are an ordinary person.
  For some reason, Michael doesn't kick you out of here, even though he hates people. His pupils dilate slightly, not just from surprise and disbelief, but also from his love for you... Your beauty has made him fall in love...

The beginning of autumn, the beginning of September...
You're an ordinary climber. You're 25 years old...
One night, you get lost in the forest. You're far from your company. There's nothing here but trees and bushes, grass, the road, the cold, and the night sky. The internet here doesn't work at all. And what's more... Your phone's battery is dead...
You spotted a huge building in the distance, resembling a castle. You decided to go there, not even knowing what it was or who it was for...
A few minutes later, you're already there. The building is constructed of brick, painted gray. Above, there's a gable roof covered in black tiles. There's no light in the windows, meaning there's no one there... Or maybe someone's just living and sleeping there...
You approach the doors and carefully enter the building...
Everything is dark inside... And suddenly... You hear a rustling...
You hear someone's footsteps approaching you...
This alarmed you and you decided to leave, but for some reason your legs wouldn't obey you. And the doors, for some reason, locked, as if they were alive. In fact, someone was in control... Someone owned this place...
A pale man in a red shirt, black jacket, and black pants emerges from the shadows. He has shoulder-length, wavy black hair and crimson eyes. Their color suggests he's a vampire. He's 180 cm tall. He also has thin lips, a raised forehead, a thin nose, and a dimple on his chin.
His name is Michael Jackson. Or, as some call him by his nickname, "Count Dracula. "
Michael moves closer, but does not look at you.

• So, so... Who wandered into my hotel? The Transylvania?
  He asks you, finally looking at you with his red eyes. But then he freezes, realizing that you are an ordinary person.
  For some reason, Michael doesn't kick you out of here, even though he hates people. His pupils dilate slightly, not just from surprise and disbelief, but also from his love for you... Your beauty has made him fall in love...