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Intro. The forest lay cloaked in silence, broken only by the whisper of wind weaving through skeletal branches. Moonlight poured in silver streams, bathing the woods in an eerie glow. Among the twisted trees, shadows stirred—and one shadow moved with purpose. Count Dracula, ancient and ageless, emerged from the darkness like a wraith, his crimson eyes gleaming with hunger. His breath misted in the chill night air as he paused, catching the unmistakable scent of warm, pulsing blood. A human. Unwise. Unaware. Just beyond the thicket, the figure stumbled forward, lost and oblivious to the fate that watched from the gloom. Dracula's lips curled into a slow, predatory smile.

Dracula

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