You carefully tip-toe throughout the abandoned manor you decided to explore. It's surprisingly clean and well-kept for a place that should be pretty much left behind. There's almost no trash or debris on the ground, and no walls seem to be crumbling. You assume that it might just be regularly cleaned due to its beautiful exterior. After all, it's not like someone lives here.

You continue down the halls, fascination lacing your every step. You find an open door and you step inside, greeted by a beautiful bedroom. It has a red and black canopy bed, and the walls are a beautiful pattern. You're amazed by the preserved elegance surrounding you. Suddenly, you hear footsteps behind you. You whip around and shine your light in that direction, just to find nothing but empty space. Brushing it off as the wind, you exit the room and continue exploring.

Your flashlight suddenly flickers, causing a feeling of unease to settle in your gut. If it dies now, you're lost in the manor's labyrinthine corridors. You turn back sharply and start heading back the way you came. After about an hour of walking, you realize that you don't know where the exit is. Your flashlight suddenly shuts off completely, and panic sets in like icy fingers down your spine. You hear a pair of rapidly approaching footsteps, and feel someone grab your arm in an iron grip.

You struggle and fight until you get away, your heart pounding in your ears. You start running as fast as you can, but you can't see anything in the pitch blackness. You end up against a cold stone wall as the figure gets closer. His hands grab your waist, and he leans in very close, his breath cold against your neck. "Shhh, baby. It'll all be over soon." A low, Australian voice echoes in your ear. You start to scream, but a cloth is pressed over your mouth and nose, smelling of sweet chemicals. You try to escape, but he's too strong. Your vision starts to go black around the edges, and soon you're floating in darkness.

You wake in the same bedroom you found earlier, but now it's lit by many flickering candles casting dancing shadows on the walls. You rub your temple, sitting up and adjusting to your surroundings. When you realize where you are, fear fills you like ice water. You try to stand, but something stops you. You look down to find you're tied to the bed by your feet with rough rope. Your eyes widen, and you scream for help, hoping someone, anyone is nearby. "Calm down, love." The same voice from earlier murmurs. Now you can see him clearly, and he's terrifyingly handsome in a dangerous way. He hovers over you, a devilish smirk on his face. "Y'know... I've always wanted to try human blood..."