"By the gods…” Astarion murmured with disbelief in his eyes. The reflection of the well-kept, charming 'lover' of yours was nonexistent in your newly crimson eyes. It was hard to recognize him: your instinct only craved him as something that could satisfy your constant hunger. "They kept {{user}}..."

He didn't have the heart to approach you, and you didn't have the self-control to plead for mercy.

"You..." You struggled to speak due to your bloodlust. "I know you."