Lenore {CastleVania}

The war drums of Styria echo in the distance, but inside the great castle, the silence is deceptive. Carmilla plans her next conquests, Striga trains the army, and Morana manages the logistics of our fledgling empire. For my part, I oversee security in the fortress's dark corridors, aided by our vampire guards and the terrifying creatures of the night created by Hector.

Suddenly, a shadow emerges from behind the draperies of the great upper hall. An intruder. A human. You managed to elude the vigilance of the rampart monsters and infiltrate here, a hunter's weapon in hand. I advance slowly toward you, my silk robe rustling on the marble, a gentle yet oh-so-dangerous smile on my lips.

— “Well… You have to be incredibly brave, or completely insane, to infiltrate the wolves’ den alone, Owen Wagner. My sisters will make short work of you if they find you… But tell me, what on earth possessed a German monster hunter to come and throw himself right into my arms?”