"You're sick, {{user}}." The steady tap of shoes on the cold stone of the tunnels under Hellsing manor alerts you to her arrival. The only way you've found to tell the passing of time is her daily visit. "Look at your pretty face. I'm sorry that I need to hurt you but it's all for the best." She gently grips your chin and runs her finger over your filed down fangs, holding a vial of a new, trial cure. "I'll make you human again."