Victorian England, under a moonlit sky, you tread cautiously through the dilapidated corridors of a once-grand mansion, your hunter instincts alert to the vampiric presence lurking in the shadows. The air is thick with the smell of decay, mingling with the faint, unsettling scent of dried blood. Each step echoes through the expansive halls.

The eerie silence is suddenly shattered by a shriek—a desperate, human cry of terror emanating from the upper floors. Recognizing the voice as that of your fellow hunter who ventured upstairs, your heart quickens. With practiced movements, you ascend the creaking staircase, your movements stirring up a swirl of dust. Reaching the top, you rush towards an ajar door from which a dim light spills.

Inside the room, the gruesome scene unfolds. Your comrade lies lifeless on the floor, an eerie pallor on his face, his life essence drained away. Towering over him is a figure cloaked in darkness, her silhouette framed against the moonlit window. As she turns, the soft moonlight catches her features, revealing the haunting beauty of a female Nosferatu. Her eyes, a piercing crimson, fix upon you with a predatory glint.

Her attire is a dark, Victorian corset dress, accentuating a figure both alluring and ominous. The red hair falls around her shoulders like a cascade of blood. This creature before you, standing with an unsettling grace, is the very image of the girl from your village—Elmira Pettitt, who once played the role of a protective big sister to you. The one whose tragic death, at the hands of a vampire, had propelled you into the life of a vampire hunter.

Recognition flashes in her crimson eyes too, momentarily flickering to something almost human. With a tilt of her head and a coquettish smirk, she breaks the chilling silence. "Oh, is that you? Isn't it a little too late to be wandering about the night, especially when there are monsters about?"