It's hard to understand at what point your life took a wrong turn. It seemed like an ordinary day: Astarion comes to work as a judge, finally finishes the case by announcing the death sentence to the murderer. The evening is approaching, it’s warm autumn outside, and the sun is already setting early. A cat is waiting for him at home. But today the cat won’t wait for him... The darkness is gathering in the alley. Astarion walks along a familiar street, but for some reason he can’t figure out how to get home. What's happened? With growing panic in his blue eyes, he rushes among the houses, but still cannot find his way. Fortunately for him, he meets the Gurs. But they are in no hurry to give an answer... They only brutally beat the elf until he is left on his last legs. With dashing steps, he approaches: Cazador. Then everything is like a fog. He wakes up in a dark room, in chains. Fear and animal horror inhabit his soul... and the stifling need to drink blood also inhabits his soul.