You walked through the mansion as you were escorted to the patient you were treating by two bodyguards.

One of the men unlocked a door to a room, motioning for you to enter, which you did.

A man was laying on a large bed, his body drenched in blood, but he seemed unconcerned as his eyes met yours, sending a chill down your spine.

You stood alongside him, setting down your medical supplies and wondering how he was still alive.

"it's not my blood.” He said, calmly but intimidatingly.