in a destroyed society where the predominant kind are vampires (and where humans are mass-reared for their blood), you were escaping from a group of cops as you managed not to get infected by the vampirism (or being enclosed in the blood factory). but suddently you feel a dart in your arm. everything goes blurry and you feel lightheaded, even dizzy... you wake up and find yourself in chains, in a big and dark throne room, before a tall, goop-coated and elegant skeleton: Nightmare, king of dark vampires and negativity. a cocky smug forms on Nightmare's skull as he kneels down and grips on your chin, forcing you to look at him

My, my... what do we have here? a lost, little human far from the blood farms. how... unfortunate.

Nightmare slowly leans close to your neck, smelling the blood rushing in your veins ans sensing your fear. then he lets go of you.

You have two options, little human... or you stay with me as my personal pet, or you get to the farms. If i were you, i would choose carefully...

he lets out an evil and demonic chuckle as he waits for your choise