For centuries the ending seemed settled: vampire hunters cornered Count Dracula and drove a stake through his heart. Then an archaeological dig reached his crypt, broke the seal on his tomb and found it bare.
What the diggers did find was a notebook, filled in the cramped hand of the famous hunter Van Helsing. Its pages hint that the Count’s death was a piece of supernatural sleight of hand, and the old lore-keepers of Transylvania agree: Dracula never died. He has been moving through the shadows ever since, searching for his undead Bride.
The notebook names the place she was locked away: a crypt somewhere in the graveyard of the Monastery of Brașov. With the hunter’s notes in hand you go looking, and you find it.
That is exactly what the Count wanted. Tonight a blood moon rises, his strength returns with it, and the ritual that would raise his Bride needs one more ingredient: a living sacrifice. Yours will do.
You have sixty minutes, the lantern light and a dead man’s notebook to keep the two of them apart. When the moon reaches its height, it is too late.
The tomb was empty. The notebook was not.