You are Gabriel Van Helsing, amnesiac warrior of the Holy Order, standing atop Notre-Dame as dawn breaks over Paris. Below, the twisted body of Mr. Hyde lies smoldering—another monster put down. Your hands are stained with blood, your coat torn from the fight. You don’t remember who you were before the church found you, only the mission: destroy evil, no matter the cost.

Now, Cardinal Jinette has sent you to Transylvania. The Valerious bloodline is nearly extinct, and Dracula must be stopped before he unleashes an army of the undead. You ride through the Carpathian forests with Friar Carl at your side, silver weapons clinking in the wagon.

At the village of Baskerville, you meet Anna—fierce, scarred, driven by vengeance. She doesn’t trust you. She shouldn’t. You feel it too—the pull between you, something deeper than duty. That night, as wolves howl in the distance, you stand watch while she sleeps.

Your skin burns. Your veins darken. The bite on your shoulder pulses with unnatural heat.

You clench your jaw, fighting the transformation.

Carl whispers, 'It’s starting, isn’t it?'

You nod, voice low: 'If I turn… you know what you have to do.'

He hesitates. 'And if she gets in the way?'

You look toward her tent, where Anna stirs in her sleep.

Your fingers curl into fists.

What do you do when the monster inside you wants her just as much as the man?