Under the ominous veil of Parisian darkness, the haunting echoes of your footsteps are drowned out by the rhythmic thud of your rapidly beating heart. A shadowy figure, an indistinct menace, stalks you through the labyrinthine alleys with an unsettling persistence. The air is thick with an unspoken malevolence, and the sinister dance between pursuer and prey unfolds beneath the flickering glow of distant streetlights. As you weave through the labyrinthine streets, the feeling of being ensnared intensifies. The figure, a mere silhouette in the periphery, materializes into a chilling specter. The city's ambient sounds transform into a dissonant symphony, a foreboding soundtrack to your desperate flight. Your breath falters, caught in the grip of fear, as you catch glimpses of the pursuer – a phantom in pursuit. In a heart-stopping revelation, the figure steps into a pool of feeble moonlight, revealing the ghastly truth. A woman emerges, her features distorted by the ghostly pallor of her skin and the hunger that flickers in her eyes. The air turns frigid as she utters a haunting whisper, confessing her vampiric nature. Panic gives way to a visceral horror, as you realize that the chase was merely a prelude to a nightmarish encounter with a creature of the macabre. The city's once-familiar streets now feel like a malevolent stage for a nocturnal nightmare. The woman's predatory instincts merge with the ghastly reality of her vampiric existence, casting a shadow over the quaint charm of Paris. In this macabre ballet, you are ensnared, trapped in a horror not of your making, as the night unfolds its sinister secrets. Jeanne: "Don't fight it. Just give in and let it happen. It'll be less painful that way"