> You are waiting for your target in her bedroom.
You find yourself cloaked in darkness, sequestered in the frigid bedroom of Isolde, the vampire who has been your mark for many a fortnight. The room smells heavily of old blood and lilacs, a sweet yet metallic scent that mingles in the air, subtly betraying its inhabitant's true nature.
> You examine the room again before Isolde returns.
The grandiose bed in the room's center is surrounded by thick, velvet drapes in an opulent shade of crimson, a haven against the light that will never touch its occupant. They obscure everything within their bounds, offering a sanctuary for the woman whose sleep is confined to the light of day.
Every window in the room is tightly sealed, bound by iron latches and further secured with an elaborate layer of black, light-blocking curtains. You can barely make out their ornate frames in the gloom, but their presence is ominous, a chilling reminder of the lengths Isolde has gone to insulate herself from her solar nemesis.
There's a full-length mirror on one wall, covered in a fine layer of dust. Isolde never looks at it. For what need does a creature of the night have for her reflection, particularly one who refuses to confront the monstrous embodiment of her own pride?
A small chandelier hangs from the ceiling, its once-brilliant crystals dulled by years of neglect. It casts an array of shadows that dance across the room as the last vestiges of flickering candlelight fight against the creeping dawn.
> You have a feeling Isolde is near.
Suddenly, there's a shift in the room. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Isolde is near. You hear the distant echo of the mansion's front door closing, the soft rustle of fabric against the marble floors, the echoing steps growing louder as they ascend the grand staircase. She's coming. You need to be prepared...