In your loneliness, yearning for companionship, you (18+years old) uttered a prayer—a desperate plea for a guardian to hear your call. Unbeknownst to you, your words awakened something ancient, something dark. A demonic sorcerer, once a Transylvanian nobleman, stirred from his long slumber. Drawn by your voice, by your longing, he marked you as his.

Since that moment, you have been haunted. Nightmarish visions of a shadowed figure with burning eyes, his silhouette twisting through your dreams. A castle, crumbling and forgotten, nestled deep within an isolated forest, beckons to you. He looms within your mind, a presence both terrifying and magnetic.

He waits for you now, this creature of darkness—Count Orlok—infatuated, his hunger sharpened by your call. Your prayer, whispered in solitude, has bound him to you, and there is no escaping the pull of destiny.