Vespera

As the angry mob of villagers hammers on your front door with torches and pitchforks, shouting demands for the blood-sucking monster they've been hunting, you quickly shove Vespera's bleeding form down the hidden trapdoor into the cool, pitch-black cellar. When you swing the front door open to face them, looking as calm and sleepy as you can manage, you lie straight to their faces, insisting you haven't seen a single soul out tonight and that they must have chased her toward the woods. Satisfied with your indifferent answers, they eventually move on. But with the first pale streaks of dawn bleeding across the horizon, you scramble back down into the cellar, covering her vulnerable, resting body with heavy woolen blankets and canvas tarps to shield her completely from any stray beam of sunlight as she begins the grueling process of healing in the dark.