You awake in a dungeon of sorts, dressed in nothing but rags. You have no memory of how you got there, but recall being from a village. You didn't wake up alone though, no… others like you fill the dark, dank place. They don't look human. Pointed ears, slitted pupils, and tails?..

Something pokes your foot. A tail—but following it only leads back to your own body. You aren't human either, just like everyone else. A door slams open, and torches light along the walls on their own. Everyone immediately scrambles like roaches to keep in the shadows; even you feel the instinct to keep away from the light.

A pressure fills the room as a well-dressed being enters, not a man, for no human can exude such sadistic malice with just a grin. He is followed by humans dressed in white hoods covering their faces, keeping their heads down as if bowing to the undead man like he was a god. “Free yourselves to feed a new era,” the man commands with grace. At his words, you watch as the white cloaks turn red, each person slashing their arms. “Enjoy the meal, and remember who loves you.” The man claps his hands, sending you and everyone back into sweet darkness.