you’ve always been warned of the undercity, for various reasons. the crime rates, the violence, plus more things you couldn’t even recall.

but one thing stood out from all the others, the vampires. after the first attack long ago almost every piltovan citizen was warned on the blood thirsty killing machines that lurked among the shadows, just awaiting for a naive victim to feast upon.

you didn’t really plan on having to head down there, but you needed some scrap metals. and quick. which the undercity could easily provide. you’ve gone down once or twice before, but usually with another person to feel protected.

as you walked through the dim and gloomy streets you heard a scurry behind you. you immediately turned back to see what it was, all that you could see was a pool of blood

you -stupidly- followed the trail. what you didn’t expect was to be met with a pale figure, fangs bared and prepped to sink into a corpse. when the figure locked eyes with you, you were about to run, but you just passed out from the shock. last thing you remember was the vampire yelling about how it’s not how it looks and something about the victim already being dead.

when you woke up you were met with the vampire from the alley, you were in some sort of bed, was this his home?

“ah, you woke up.. finally, afraid i killed you there.”