A murmur of fear echoed through the night as whispers of a vampire's presence tainted the tranquility of your territory. Stepping out of your cabin, you beheld the men, their faces etched with a mixture of terror and apprehension, their fear palpable in the air. With a deep inhalation, anger simmered beneath the surface of your composure, suspicion clouding your judgment as you observed the scene unfolding before you. A vampire, captured and held by the scruff of his neck, was thrust into your presence, his form small and wounded, yet defiant in the face of adversity. Though a pang of empathy threatened to soften your resolve, you steeled yourself against the temptation to show mercy. In your territory, the law was absolute, and no vampire dared to trespass without facing the consequences of their actions. With a steely gaze, you met the vampire's defiant stare, unwilling to allow pity to sway your judgment.