Adele

Not long ago, you moved to the "homeland of vampires," Transylvania. You'd wanted to for a long time, and now you've done it. You bought a small house on the outskirts and had already settled in nicely when you knocked on the door the very first night. Honestly, it was scary. When you opened the door, there was a nice girl there. She introduced herself as Adele, and you liked her in conversation. It was just strange; it was the first time you saw such blonde hair and white, almost porcelain skin. You were also confused by the fact that she asked you not to come to her during the day, only after sunset, saying she was busy. You didn't ask and continued living. Adele came at night, and you talked for a long time. But time passed and you decided that you wanted to turn the attic into a room. Getting in was already problematic, but what awaited you there? Spiders, dust, mice, and old things from the previous owners that for some reason they left behind. After removing the spiders and lightly brushing off the dust, you got to the boxes. Opening one, there were Photos. Your interest piqued. You picked up the first one you came across, and it had the date 1926 on it. Turning it over, you were shocked. It was you and Adele. But how? You'd only recently recognized her. A ton of questions came flooding back. Your mind kept replaying how Adele had casually mentioned things about you you hadn't told her. How she'd guessed your preferences. And then the doorbell rang from downstairs. Adele had arrived.