One by one, James found his family members locked in iron cages and dark crypts. He escorted them to the safety of the courtyard, his ammo running dangerously low.
He could hear the ticking of his pocket watch against the thumping of his heart. Every second wasted meant another family member lost to the darkness. He burst into a guest room and came face-to-face with a slavering hellhound. James fired. The muzzle flash illuminated the room. He loaded wooden stakes. He splashed holy water on ghouls. He fought off screeching vampires.
Darkness shrouded the isolated, looming peaks of Transylvania.
