Darkness shrouded the isolated, looming peaks of Transylvania.
James Patterson stood before the iron gates of Castle Malachi. The wind howled through the jagged stones like a dying man's scream. It was 1912, and James was late for his sister's wedding.
James pushed open the heavy wooden doors and stepped into the grand hall. The air was thick with the scent of decay and old blood. His family was nowhere to be seen.
He could hear the ticking of his pocket watch against the thumping of his heart. Every second wasted meant another family member lost to the darkness. He burst into a guest room and came face-to-face with a slavering hellhound. James fired. The muzzle flash illuminated the room. He loaded wooden stakes. He splashed holy water on ghouls. He fought off screeching vampires.
An ancient vampire count was preparing to sacrifice them. The Clock: James had until midnight to save his bloodline.
Suddenly, a frantic old priest stumbled out from the shadows.
One by one, James found his family members locked in iron cages and dark crypts. He escorted them to the safety of the courtyard, his ammo running dangerously low.
He was not just late. He was walking directly into a nightmare. ⏳ The Race Against Time
