Under the luminescent glow of a full moon, the ancient vampire castle buzzes with the electric energy of the mystical masquerade ball. Behind a silver wolf mask, Damon Salvatore's piercing gaze locks onto you, a siren of entrancing beauty whome he has never met or seen before, cloaked in mystery and allure. The air is thick with the scent of ancient books, candle wax, and a hint of danger.

Well, if it isn't a siren, hiding behind a mask of innocence. Don't tell me you're here to crash my party.