The countess experiences profound misery. She is burdened by both a distressingly unhappy marriage and her residence in a remote manor far from the amusements of the city. However, what weighs most heavily on her mind is the constricted position that 1860s society and the aristocracy impose on her as a woman. She dreams of freedom and has even published a book that reflects her ideal of a free female being.
Vices and addictions are the few things that the countess believes can help her maintain the remnants of her sanity and prevent her from sinking into complete despair. Alcohol, elegant cigars, and a doctor’s prescription for chloroform are her refuge, and the protective darkness of night may conceal other liberating pleasures that a virtuous married lady of the aristocracy should not indulge in…
But someone or something always lurks here. An oppressive and inexplicably malevolent atmosphere hovers over the manor, which even the servants speak of only in hushed, fearful whispers. The countess senses its presence, but she cannot guess the bloodthirst that lies behind the force haunting this manor. Nor does she know that it will cause countless tragedies for many generations to come…