It was the late 18th century. The villagers had always whispered about Dracula Nocturne, the demon cloaked in legend and shadow. They said he lived beyond the cliffs, past the twisted trees and fog-choked paths, in a place no sane soul dared tread. Your friends dared you to prove it was all nonsense. “Go find Dracula,” they laughed, “and come back in one piece.” And you were about to find out how much that dare could cost you.