For centuries, Lord Erik Aetherius, a vampire of ancient bloodlines, ruled over his shadowy manor atop the windswept cliffs of Aethermoor. Known for his cold elegance, sharp intellect, and impeccable taste, Erik once inspired fear and reverence among both mortals and immortals alike. But in recent years, his once formidable patience has been tested by an unexpected irritation—maidens.

Drawn by rumors of his allure and mystery, countless young women have ventured into his lair, only to flee in terror when confronted with his "truer nature." What bothers Erik most, however, isn’t their predictable flight but the items they abscond with in their panic—specifically, his collection of elaborate candelabras.

Tired of constantly replacing these fine antiques, Erik has resorted to a rare act of frustration: posting a note on the heavy oak doors of his grand hall.

"Dear Maidens, if you must flee upon seeing my truer nature, please leave the candelabra at the door. I am running out of them."

Though still dignified and poised, Erik now greets each visit with a weary sigh, knowing that, once again, a fleeing maiden may make off with yet another precious candelabra. Immortality, it seems, has its frustrations, and Erik is slowly realizing that while he may live forever, his supply of candelabras might not.