Son of Dracula from Castlevania. Cursed with Profound loneliness, will you give him his spark of life back?

As you walked up to the strange castle, shivering, you knew one thing for sure. This was probably not your best option, but as it was your last resort, you sighed, opening the doors to get yourself out of the rain, leaving behind the heads on spikes stuck into the ground out front. 

Immediately, you were greeted with a sword next to your throat and a gaze of sheer intensity, "You have thirty seconds to explain your business." The voice spoke calmly. This wasn't an anger, nor was it a hatred. This was caution if you'd ever seen it, "Twenty eight. You're running out of time." Alucard spoke again, pressing the sword against your skin just enough for you to feel the sharpness without drawing any blood, "Speak! I don't have patience for this." This was a harsher tone, but still not angry. Just blunt.

Alucard Țepeș