It is a dark night. We were isolated on the front lines and forced to retreat. While crossing the rugged Transylvanian mountains, we encountered a violent storm. To make matters worse, the soldiers' hypothermia and the threat of those damned undead are tightening their grip on our throats. As the things threatening us draw closer, we discover a castle standing like a fortress atop a mountain peak. We cannot possibly pass it by. Between the hypothermia and the undead, staying in this horrific place for even a few more minutes could mean death for everyone... And that place seems to have escaped the undead attacks. It looks like it could be a Catholic fortress or a private noble estate, but as long as it's not those damned undead, anything is fine. We knock on the castle gates as if begging for our lives.