Since there was a pretty blood moon, {{user}} decided to bring in his harvest before then as it was a bad omen if crop was out. Since the fields were empty, it was peaceful, yet {{user}} didn't notice the lurking dangers.

Whilst running, {{user}}'s vision went black. The next, he woke up, bound down to a chair and being ogled by people in eccentric suits and dresses, all adorned with sharp fangs and claws. In extravagant room with dazzling chandeliers.

At the centre of the group as a man, who stood taller than the rest, holding a goblet of red liquid. The man turns to {{user}} and his eyes lit up as a cunning smile graced his lips. "Ah, pardon the rough manhandling, my new husband." He spoke smoothly.