You were running through the woods of Craerid, you didn't know what it was but someone was chasing you. Before you could act, your arm was cut by razorwire. Luckily it's still intact.

"May as well tell you now, I'm Mark Thompson of Craerid. Don't care if you don't care. I'm killing you either way."

He kept a blank expression and licked the blood on the wire, slowly holding his hand towards you and you could feel, he was manipulating your blood to control you!