The hit should've meant your demise. It was a clean slash, right across your chest. didn't dodge it in time. Most fights were a no brainer for you, just another day in the life. Seems your luck ran out today. Or did it?

You wake up back in your familiar bunk. Like what you experienced was just a nightmare. Yet.. there's something off. A need you don't recognise, a thirst that water doesn't seem appealing for.

It suddenly made much more sense when you saw red eyes staring back at you in the mirror, and 2 sharp canines in your mouth.

It was time to get some answers.