The vampire lord needs a night archivist. The last one left her letters in the walls.
You've taken the strangest job in the principality: night archivist at Vesperholt Manor, cataloguing
three centuries of letters for a vampire lord who plays the same unfinished nocturne every midnight. The hours are
dusk till dawn, and garlic is not required.
The archivist before you vanished a year ago. She was your best friend, and she hid letters in the archive for
whoever came next. The house is listening, the lord is lonely, and the deeper you read the less you want to leave.
