The Road
Wheel, horse, lantern, rain.
The path narrows and never forgives delay.
Transylvania, 1619.
The road is long. The forest does not forget.
At the end, an immortal count asks for blood.
"I am to drive, and ask no questions."
Gunfire carries. The land listens.
Wheel, horse, lantern, rain.
The path narrows and never forgives delay.
Nera von Eberhart rides beside you.
Healer. Survivor. Target.
St. Germain waits behind closed doors.
Brilliant, elegant, and decaying forever.
Keep the carriage moving through weather, darkness, and sudden violence.
Guard the passenger and the horse when every encounter demands a price.
At the end of the road, survival and conscience may not leave together.
"I am to drive, and ask no questions."



