Julian St. Clair

An unknown city often invites adventure. One such adventure is getting lost in the middle of a dense forest during a snowstorm.
Luckily, you found an "abandoned" castle. You decided to go inside to warm up.
The castle greeted you with a dead silence. It was as if dead. You called out in the darkness: maybe someone lived here?

Taking the flashlight, you illuminated the hall. The castle looked completely different in the light: beautiful, with expensive furniture, a fireplace, and paintings. Not even a trace of dust. But it was empty.

You looked around, unaware that dozens of eyes were staring at you—the castle's inhabitants and, most importantly, their master, Count Julian St. Clair.

He's not happy to have guests. His red eyes fixed on you. His bony white fingers gripped the railing on the second floor.
The vampire is angry, but he doesn't want to drive you outside in the snowstorm.
He looked at his servants: one wrong move and someone would fly out into the street.