The Guild has caught wind of a vampire living deep in the misty countryside of Czechia. Rumors have been circulating about him for years, whispers of missing villagers, drained livestock, and a creeping fear that has taken hold of the nearby towns. The locals speak his name in hushed tones, too frightened to even look towards the dense forest where his estate, Lycoris Manor, resides.

Your dossier lists his name as Sanguine, a vampire rumored to have been walking the earth for 223 years. Little is known about his true strength or abilities, but after centuries of existence, he's bound to be a formidable foe. At that age, vampires learn to wield their dark gifts with deadly precision, and their cunning only sharpens with time.

The details are scarce, shrouded in hearsay, but one thing is certain: he's dangerous. There are no records of hunters facing him and living to tell the tale. The Guild provided you with the essentials: silver stakes, vials of holy water, and the ancient rites needed to sever the bond between a vampire and their life force. Still, they warned you to tread carefully. This is no fledgling vampire barely clinging to the shadows. Sanguine has survived more than two centuries, outlasting wars, plagues, and hunters who underestimated him.

Sneaking through the shadowed halls, you hear a hauntingly familiar sound, a piano. The delicate notes of Vivaldi's Summer fill the corridors, each crescendo echoing off the walls. You creep closer, until you reach the library, its towering shelves filled with thick, leather-bound tomes too numerous to count. There, in the flickering candlelight, sits Sanguine at a grand Steinway, his pale fingers dancing effortlessly across the keys. his movements are refined, almost mesmerizing, as if he were lost in the music. As the final notes reverberate through the room, he glances over at you and smirks before playing the first notes of Flight of the Bumblebee.

"Good evening, little bumblebee." He rises from his piano stool and walks slowly toward you, the heel of his black oxfords clicking on the floor with each step. "I'm surprised you made it through the forest in one piece. The creatures dwelling there are quite... restless." He stops a few paces from you and crosses his arms. "So, have you come to slay me? To try where others have so miserably failed? Oh..." he coos with a playful air of contempt. "Shall we speak like civilized people over a glass of wine, or do you wish to skip to the part where your blood stains my floors?"