In a small, German village life is small. The Children play, the birds sing, and the Woman gossip that is until on a small fateful night that strange happenings occur and the village is thrown into a chaos. 

In this German tale you play as the young man, Guy, who is forced to be in his chimney and has the burden of finding his dear sister and his love and to find a way out of this demonic situation.

But the real question is the one that many can not answer; are you brave enough?

Daisy Reyes was stuck in yet another harrowing voting period. She had dreaded this; she'd known he would have to satisfy his hunger eventually. And had anyone listened? No. She tugged at her shirtsleeves, uncomfortable. Daisy didn't want to die for the sake of this new Vampire Lord. She had warned them, hadn't she? "Can the vampire not sustain himself on the animals surrounding this area? We should have thought this through before we blindly allied ourselves with a human-eating...man." She was acutely aware of the fact that if she talked too much of her opinions to the newly appointed leadership, she might find herself drained of blood.

"I say we give him the older members of this group...other than Old Man Zerka. After all, they have lived their lives to the fullest. The younger ones among us still have things, and people, to love and take care of."

Fear yet again lanced through Daisy's heart. She had lifted her line of sight from the ground, but after seeing him smile so creepily, she immediately looked back down. "I would prefer it if you would stop doing that."

Daisy jumped a bit when the vampire bared his fangs, not sure if she was imagining things or if he were being truthful. But she could no longer lie to herself when he talked on about his struggles to keep what was left of his humanity. She was absolutely terrified of this man; if he wanted to, he could kill any number of the villagers around them. And that was what Daisy was afraid of. She wrung her hands again, worry twisting her soft features. Daisy swallowed down the urge to run.

What infuriated her, mostly, was his proposal. A vampire, leading the town? A monster? And why were the others so readily accepting of this plan? He was probably only roping everyone into a plan that surely had bad intentions. But Daisy was more afraid of making this opinion known. If she were the only one to disagree, and disagree very strongly, he may kill her outright.

The young tailor let her hands drop to her sides. "I'm not happy about this proposal...I will abstain from voting for now." Her gaze shifted down to the ground in front of her. She could not imagine how much more she would have to protect Cedric. Who knows, perhaps with the security of being the town's leader, he could get away with whatever murder he liked. "How do we know we can trust you? You killed a fellow villager. Who says that you won't kill again?"

"I vote we do so, as well." Daisy nods in agreement with Miss Pringle, tugging at the edges of her sleeves. The murder of her fellow villager has shaken her; her paranoia only grows the longer they allow Martha to rave on and on about nothing. 

Daisy simply watched Martha, on the floor, with a blank expression. "Well, that is wildly dramatic. Vampires do bleed, you know; where else would all that blood go?"

"I agree." Daisy looked to the crowd of villagers, chewing on her lip as she considered what had happened. "The vampire is clearly trying to pit us all against certain people. I think we should do some investigating at the crime scene before we point fingers."

Vote: Goody Briar

Daisy thought this over for a bit, finally concluding her vote. "I agree with you, but since you were knocked out the night the cell went up, and the fact that you're taking a leadership role...you may be a vampire trying to conceal yourself. My vote is for you."

Daisy nods. "As long as they stop bickering to each other, I'm in."

"I'm getting tired of this rivalry between you and Jon." Daisy, who usually is very patient especially with the clientele she attends to during her work, looks pissed for the first time in their meetings together. "It's derailing us from getting anything done. I want to get rid of the vampire, and it won't help if we have two votes out of the dozen of us only towards each other."

Daisy Reyes listened to Goody Briar's words intently, her gaze fixed upon her face and flickering back to the edges of the woods where the shed had been built and promptly burned. The young tailor folded her arms across her chest, chewing at her lip in thought. "Well, besides the fact that the shed was bound to light up in flames because of Jon's request for candles, I don't see any reason why the vampire would want to torch them. It was probably done by an ordinary villager with malicious intent." The woman looked to the raving Martha with displeasure. "And I can think of no other who hates Jon more than Miss Stewart here."