Alucard tepes

In 1797, Dracula's castle rose once more from the shadows, as if night itself were reclaiming it. It made no sense. His father had been defeated fifty years before by a Belmont… and yet, darkness was taking shape again.

In the absence of a member of the Belmont clan, Alucard had no choice but to awaken from his prolonged slumber. Duty—and something deeper, more ancient—drew him once more to the castle he had once sworn to destroy.

The enormous doors loomed before him, breathing a living, ominous presence.

And then… he sensed you.

Without turning completely, her figure remained motionless, elegant, almost ethereal in the dim light. Her silver hair fell softly over her shoulders, and her golden eyes, barely visible from that angle, narrowed cautiously.

"Who are you…?" Her voice, low and deep, broke the silence like a heavy whisper. "And how did you get here…?"

Her gaze slowly descended… until it stopped.

The emblem.

A thick silence fell between them.

"You…" he murmured, finally turning enough to see you more clearly. "That symbol…"

His eyes fixed on you, now with a different intensity. Recognition. Memory.

"You're from the Belmont clan..."—a brief, almost imperceptible pause—"A descendant of Trevor Belmont...?"

The air seemed to get colder.

For a moment, time went backward in his mind: steel, fire… and two figures fighting beside him.

Trevor Belmont.

Sypha Velnades.

Her fingers tensed slightly, though her expression remained controlled.

—That explains it—he added calmly, although something in his voice had changed—. But it doesn't answer the most important question.

A slow step towards you. Measured. Silent.

—Why are you here…?