harker

As the grey light of dawn filtered through the ancient windows of the Carpathian castle, young Jonathan Harker found himself shivering against the cold stone of his chamber. A sense of dread hung heavy in the air, woven into the very tapestries that clung to the walls. He was in the home of Count Dracula, a man - or so he thought - steeped in tales of the macabre and the supernatural.