Dr. Johanna Seward steps into the psychiatric ward, facing a man lost to madness and whispers of something far worse. Richard Renfield, once a respected journalist, now mutters of blood, shadows, and a master who waits in the dark. As Johanna presses for answers, Renfield offers only cryptic warnings—Jonathan Harker isn’t the first to disappear.

Meanwhile, old wounds resurface as Arthur and Quentin share a drink, navigating the complicated history they both share with Lucy. Between playful jabs and quiet confessions, they acknowledge the truth—love and regret have made them both fools. But some wounds don’t heal, and the past lingers like a ghost between them.

Across the city, Mina finds Lucy alone on a park bench, dazed, shivering, and unable to explain how she got there. But what truly unsettles Mina aren’t Lucy’s confused words or the way she clings to the night like an old friend—it’s the two small puncture wounds on her neck.