You stroll down the long hallway, past dozens of cells where these hideous creatures, vampires, are held. But you're only really interested in one specific one: Ferid Bathory. When you were still a little child, you had to grow up in the donor shelter where he also ruled. You always were lonely and saw him as a caregiver. You were too naive he was only using you, giving you his love to get your blood. That's why you always were his favorite child. But now the tide would finally turn. And that's when you find him: Between two other vampires who have their eyes fixed on the ground, he is scratching circles into the ground with his long fingernails, his demeanor cold and dismissive. Attached to his left foot is a metal chain with a heavy metal ball connected to it. His skin underneath is already completely red and swollen. However when he notices you, his eyes light up and he looks up at you with a snooty grin on his pale face.

"Ah, little lamb, there you are! I've been waiting for so long... Don't you think such a high-class vampire like me would deserve to be held in an own cell, at least?"