text: “I can’t do it,” you say, dropping the knife and let it collapse on the ground.
  
  
  “Do you really want to make that choice?” Count Grey asks, baring his fangs. They remind you of long, curved thin ivory daggers, ready to strike at any given moment
  
  
  “Yes,” you say.
  
  
  “So be it,” he says. “You’ve shown courage by refusing an order. Perhaps you’re braver than expected. Fine, follow me. Lock the cell door behind you.”
  
  
  You breath out a sigh of relief, closing the door and locking it with a twist of the key. You follow Count Grey along the hall. Soon, you find yourself in front of a large, wooden door. Haygarth has forbidden you from entering, which only mean that you had one less room to clean. Count Grey pulls a short, silver key from his pocket. He opens the door, revealing a massive storage room. The room is filled with cabinets and shelving units. They’re all filled with crystal bottles, filled with a scarlet red ichor.
  
  
  “This castle was built to withstand a siege. It’s storerooms could keep a force here going for years with wheat, potatoes, salted meats and more, as well as small gardens. Unfortunately, I require a more… delicate solution to avoid starving.”
  
  
  You look at the endless bottles of blood, wondering how many lives were given to fill them.
  
  
  “It’s quite hard to successfully bottle blood. Let alone hard hard it is to get it from the victim without a needle and a few hours.”
  
  
  “You want me to kill people and bottle their blood?” you gulp. “Are you willing to do that?”
  > No
  “I thought not. You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”
  
  
  “Yes,” you say, raising an eyebrow.
  
  
  “Then I think you will fill a few bottles,” Count Grey says.
  
  
  Count Grey bursts forward, grabbing you by the neck and twisting it. His fangs fly forward, stabbing through your neck. You gasp as your blood fills his mouth. The last sensation you feel is your bleeding neck wound being pressed against the rim of an empty glass bottle.