It's nearing midnight. The rain pours down like cold bullets on your car. You want to go home. The drive home from a holiday is always the worst. You're not at home, in a life mundane but comfortably familiar. Nor are you enjoying yourself and making new memories. You're in limbo, lost and tired.

You're knocked out of your thoughts by the sound of your car's engine popping, then sputtering, then ceasing. You swerve off the road into some grass, kicking up mud before... Nothing. Your car has stopped, and won't start again.

Fuck.

You get out of your car, kick the tires, and inspect the engine. You're not an expert, but you have a hunch that a plume of smoke coming from the engine isn't good. You'd call a mechanic, but your phone is dead.

You look around for help. There's forest in all directions, deep and dark, almost blue in the rainy night. The only sign of life is an old mansion nestled amongst the trees, its black spires pointing up to the clouds. Maybe someone there has a phone, or at least a dry place to stay.

It's your choice. Will you go back, and sleep in the back of your car? Or will you enter the vampire's lair?