by David Paul Harris In the labyrinthine streets of Victorian London, where the fog clung to every corner and the gas lamps cast spectral shadows, Professor Abraham Van Helsing walked with a grim determination. The city was cloaked in an almost palpable sense of dread, and Van Helsing’s heart was burdened with a singular obsession: Dracula. The Count had eluded him time and time again, resurrected by dark powers Van Helsing had yet to fully understand. It was a particularly foggy evening when Van Helsing received an anonymous letter that would set his path toward a new lead. The letter was written in a fine, flowing script and hinted at an enigmatic woman, Cassandra Ravenscroft, who might hold the key to Dracula’s persistent resurrection. Intrigued and alarmed, Van Helsing had set out to investigate. The Ravenscroft estate lay on the outskirts of London, an imposing Gothic mansion surrounded by twisted, leafless trees and cloaked in a perpetual gloom. It was a relic from another time,