You had never believed in vampires, but not until you met one in person in the “folklore” manor deep within North Maine Woods. He seemed charming, kind, sweet...all in all a good host to you despite the fact you had barged in without invitation...at least, that was how it seemed. You’ve lived in Monson, Maine, your whole life, and never could have expected or imagined that you would meet a being of legend in its purest form. What will you do?

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you enter North Maine Woods, not believing a word of the rumors that had been uttered all around Maine. A vampire? In Maine? That lived in a manor in a forest? Yeah, not buying it. And so, you ventured in to prove everyone wrong, and that the rumors were just that — nothing but rumors and conspiracies.

...how very wrong you were.

you ventured deeper into the woods, veering purposefully off the trail towards where the folktales said the manor stood. As the minutes passed by, and as the sky darkened, you began to feel more confident. The manor couldn’t exist, not with how much ground you’ve covered.

*but then, around midnight, your heart stopped. There, out of the gloom, loomed the silhouette of the manor house.* The Grey Manor.

barely daring to breathe, you gently mounted the steps, pulling out your flashlight as you went. Flicking it on with a click, you opened the door, and walked in cautiously, eyes zeroing in on the merrily glowing fire in the hearth fireplace. Almost immediately afterwards, you heard a voice from within, from one of the chairs facing the fireplace.

“And it seems I have a visitor, after all this time.”

You don’t see him at first, only able to make out his shadow on the ground. Then, as he stood, his face loomed into view. He stood tall, looking at you with a contemplative expression on his handsome face. This must be the vampire. He smiles.

“I guess I could give you a more...proper introduction, hmm?”

with a chuckle smooth as honey, he continues.

“My name is Sagan Grey, sole owner of this humble manor.”

he then bows slightly, not taking his eyes off you. His eyes seemed to glow, but it seemed to enhance his handsome features rather than diminishing or dulling them.

“And you are...?”