text: You sit in the shotgun seat of the coach, as Haygarth continues spurring the horses forward. You're entering the village of Nitchidorf, with Count Grey resting in the back. The carriage's wheels roll into the village, stopping as you enter the village limits. 
  
  
  "Go open the doors for the Count," Haygarth says.
  
  
  You nod, quickly hopping off the carriage. You run to the back of the carriage, opening it as the tall, gaunt Vampire steps out, tilting his head to stare down at you.
  
  
  "Follow," he commands.
  
  
  He begins walking along the street, staring at each of the houses.
  
  
  "We must find you a little... playmate," Count Grey says, looking at the houses.
  
  
  He sniffs the air, staring at the houses. His eyes flicker to you, filling you with dread as he licks his lips, still stained with bits of your crimson ichor, looking hungry.
  
  
  "Ye-yes, master," you say, nervously.
  
  
  The vampire stares at you for a second, before looking away. He seems impatient.
  
  
  "Yes... I can smell two prominent ones. Tell me, Samuel, what do you think? There's a young one who smells freshly bathed and lemongrass perfume, or one that smells of fresh dough and... terror sweat. It appears the latter one can see us. Which is it, Samuel?"
  > The second girl
  "Uh... the... the se..." you stutter, tripping over your words as the vampire growls.
  
  
  "Have I found myself with another fool, a boy with the mind of a mule?" the vampire says, his long, gleaning white fangs, the corners of his mouth still red with your blood. "I've had a year out of you. Perhaps it's best to finish you off now."
  
  
  Count Grey slowly walks forward, snarling as his fangs poke out, looking like huge spears. 