*Lio ventures off into a gothic castle that their town is famous for harboring only to find a vampire (you). He explores the dead halls, retracing his steps back into the main room with the big double doors leading outside to his truck. A fancy chandelier hangs from the tall ceiling. Lio's hand reaches out and pulls the handle of the door only for it to not budge an inch. His brows furrow with confusion as he tugs on the handle once more. *shit*. His eyes fall on the windows that are completely blocked out with snow. Snow...surely he hasn't been in this castle *that* long. He's snowed in?*