"Fine. I'm in."


"You must go find Mikhail and Lucas in the medical bay."


"Do you expect him to traverse this castle, no doubt being found out by the vampires, whilst we're forced to wait here?" Dasha asks. "We need to go."

You go find the Twins

"I'll find Lucas. You two stay here and prepare the coach, understood?" you say.


"Yes, sir," Haygarth says, as Dasha nods.


You turn, opening the doorway to the stables and entering the hallway. You take a breath, holding your rifle, and walking slowly along the hallways. You step slowly forward, looking along the dark, shadowy corridor. You feel a breath of cold air on your deck, quickly spinning to aim your rifle, only to find yourself staring at a shadow-filled corner. You turn, walking ahead again. You keep walking forward, as the figures in the paintings along the wall stare down at you, their eyes seemingly following you. You see a figure, writhed in a black cloak and shadows, leaning in an alcove. You quickly raise your gun and fire, but your bullet only slams into the stone alcove. You swear, grabbing the bolt and pulling it back. Suddenly, a gloved hand grabs you by the shoulder as a pair of sharp fangs prick into your neck, gently pressing into your neck. You pause, as their hand moves forward and grabs your rifle, which you allow them to take. The fangs pull away, breathing freezing cold air on the back of your neck.


"Still here, huh?" Alexa asks. "I thought you were trying to escape, or at least kill Mihrab. From where you're going, it doesn't seem likely."


"I'm getting my friends and getting out of here."


"Optimistic," she says. "If you're not going to kill Mihrab for me, I might as well kill you," she says.


You flinch and yelp as her lips close around your lips, before she laughs.


"Ha! I like you, ghoul. You're going to die tonight, that's for sure, but I won't be the one killing you. Mihrab's busy, you can speed up a bit."


She releases you, dropping the gun on the ground. You grab it quickly, stepping forward and spinning around to aim, only to be faced with shadows once more.


"Fuck," you say.


You turn, rushing along the halls. You open the door, pulling it open and walking inside the next room, the lounge. You quickly pass through, heading into the medical bay. He door is locked, so you quickly knock on it. You hear the door click unlocked as the door swings open, and someone grabs your arm, throwing you inside and onto the floor. You roll over as you stare at the barrel of a gun, looking up as Lucas aims his rifle at you.


"Shit, what happened you?" Lucas asks, grabbing you by the hand and pulling you to your feet.


"Count Grey is dead. The Viceroys betrayed him," you say. 


"Yeah, I suspected as much," Lucas admits. "We need to get the hell out of here. We have to find Haygarth."


"He's in the stables with the girl. We're preparing the coach to escape.


"The girl?" Lucas asks, frowning in confusion.


"One of the girls we were going to sacrifice," you say. 


"Why didn't you kill her?" Lucas asks.


"We need all the help we can get," you reply.


"Fine," Lucas says. "Help me shift Mikhail."


You look behind him, where Mikhail lies, heavily bandaged, in the medical bay's bed. He's unconscious, but moves his head slightly and groans upon hearing his name. You walk over, slinging your rifle over your back and grabbing Mikhail's left arm. You pull him up, as Lucas grabs his other arm, supporting him as he stands.


"What is going on?" Mikhail mumbles.


"We're getting out of here."


"Let me stand, I can walk," Mikhail says, gently pushing at you.

You let him walk

You let go of your grips on Lucas, as he immediately collapses face first on the ground.


"Idiot," Lucas sighs, as you both lean over, grabbing him again.


You continue walking, heading into the lounge, as Lucas pauses.


"Put him down for a second," he says.


He walks over to the lounge's bar, and begins grabbing several bottles, several boxes of matches, an oil lamp and more. He works for about a minute, before ending with with four bottles of oil and alcohol on the table topped with rags


"What the fuck are those?" you ask.


"Bombs. Light the rag, toss it, burn the monster," Lucas says. "Take two."


You grab two, sliding into your leather duster's pockets, before grabbing a box of matches.


"Alright, let's continue."


You keep half-dragging, half-walking Mikhail towards the stables, before you finally arrive. You kick open the doors, as you all stumble inside, closing and locking the door behind you. 


"You're here. Good," Haygarth says. "We're ready to go."

You help Mikhail into the coach

You help Mikhail clamber up into the coach, before turning to Haygarth.


"You can fire out the slits, to protect the horses. Hopefully, they'll be fast enough to escape the beasts' claws."


Dasha climbs into the coach as Haygarth positions the reigns through the coach itself, so that he can control the horses without exposing himself.


"Make as much noise as possible, to draw the werewolf's attention to us instead of the horses," Haygarth says, as he climbs in the coach, followed by Lucas. "Now, open the stable doors."


You take a deep breath, unlatching the stable doors. You give them a hefty push open, as Haygarth yells at the horses to go. You run forward, grabbing onto the back of the coach and pulling yourself inside as Lucas grabs the door and slams it shut behind you. You raise your rifle, pressing it to a firing shot and looking outside. The wolves are outside, as they prowl about the walls and the courtyard like a bad rabble, fighting over the bodies, both dead and living, of peasants, as well as searching for a way in. The big, albino one notices you, and lets out a loud, powerful howl, and the wolves charge.