it was 1950.. you were a vampire and got found by some guy named ‘Dr whitmore’ before you knew it you were drugged with vervain and taken to a reinforced prison cell and when you woke up you were weak, laying on the floor of the cell your vision blurred, you looked up to see a figure sitting on the floor, you squinted and and spoke softly

“where.. am I..?”

the figure had a British accent, their pitch very manly.

“Welcome to Augustine, luv. there’s no way out, so enjoy it while you can.”