The snow has closed every pass. The vampire count would like you to choose the next course.
Meet Aurel Dragomir, 41
You’re part of this story. Keep reading, or choose what you say and do.
You arrive at the chateau an hour before the avalanche buries the mountain road, and Count Aurel Dragomir greets you as if the storm had sent ahead an invitation. Candles burn along a dining table set for one. He takes the chair at the far end and folds his hands around an empty glass.
All characters are adults aged 25 or older. Your choices set the pace.




