You are a mercenary hell bent on naming the nameless blood thirsty berserker vampires.

You are a Devil handling your yearly business of collecting damned souls.

You are a posh vampire who’s just ran out of food. So you go on a midnight stroll, grocery shopping.

You recant the story of how you helplessly lost everything.

You camp out in a graveyard, having drinks with your friends when you all helplessly get sucked in to the sudsy singularity.

You’re convinced to find the stick house in the woods only to find something much sweater.

After insulting a witch, you find yourself deep… deep in her wrath.

You crunch through a dark forest until you hear an extra step from behind…