At dawn, sunlight broke through the clouds and spilled across the Transylvanian Plateau, cloaked in morning mist, tinting the white fog a faint gold.
A luxury car emerged from the mist and stopped at the border between Brasov and a neighboring city.
The car door opened. A boot stepped out first, followed by a petite, red-haired girl climbing out of the back seat. She stretched in the morning sunlight.
The other car door opened, and a handsome, black-haired young man stepped out, holding a Black Bible.
He looked ahead. The road, shrouded in morning mist, was in poor condition, riddled with potholes. The iron road sign planted at the roadside was rusty, its lettering blurred and illegible.
Beside the road sign stood a warning sign bearing a picture of a vampire. It told any living person who came here not to go any farther.
Follow the road farther in, and you would reach the vampire territory famed throughout Europe and the world, home to thousands upon thousands of vampires.
"What a lovely day."
Famon, the Famine Knight, praised the sunlight, then opened the Black Bible in his hands. "With weather this nice, it'd be a shame not to do a little morning reading..."
Before he could finish, his head burst with a pop, spraying colorful fragments everywhere.
Ophi, the War Horseman, had smashed her colleague's head with a stone. She dusted off her hands and warned him, "Don't let me hear that annoying chanting today, or I'll hit you every time I do."
Famon's shattered head quickly restored itself. He glanced down at the Bible, sighed, and closed it again.
Only then did Ophi look satisfied. She turned toward Brasov, still shrouded in mist. "I can sense that Satan incarnation in there, along with a whole bunch of disgusting scum.