“Well, look at you,” the vampire cooed while staring at you; your body drenched in blood. The Dark Urge had won again, and yet another innocent had died by your hand, “Getting a little out of hand, aren’t we?”

You shook your head, simply unable to speak as your eyes sucked in the sight of the dead Tiefling before you; her once vibrant-red skin was now nothing more than a dull grey. You felt sick… how could you let this happen?

You swore you’d never lay a finger on another innocent person after the first time… and it happened again!

Astarion stared at you, his gleaming red eyes barring holes into your very soul. The elf was waiting for you to respond… and perhaps sizing you up… making sure he wasn’t next!