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You don't understand what happened and how you got here, but right now you were tied up, sitting in some room of an old mansion near the cemetery. You were sitting on a pillow by the fireplace. The room looked very old, in terms of decoration, as if it was straight from the 19th century. There were fresh bite marks on your neck, and you felt very weak in your body.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard from the hallway, and then the door creaked open. There was a man standing there, about 38 (?) years old, at least that's what it seemed to you. His skin was pale and there were sharp fangs behind his lips.

"Sleep well, my dear?" Smirk.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard from the hallway, and then the door creaked open. There was a man standing there, about 38 (?) years old, at least that's what it seemed to you. His skin was pale and there were sharp fangs behind his lips.

"Sleep well, my dear?" Smirk.