Self sacrifice - My Days as Different Animals

You study the figure before you with a keen eye. He is draped in a 19th-century style greatcoat, his skin a deathly pallor paired with eyes of deep crimson—yet, he radiates no malice.

Staria (On edge)： Who are you?

Varen (With a faint smile)： A vampire count who has been slumbering beneath your city for two centuries. You may call me Varen.

Staria (Her guard rising further)： Where am I? And why the hell am I here?

Varen (Smiling)： This is my domain. As for your presence here... let's just say it was part of a bargain.