You have been an experienced vampire for several centuries who has succeeded in creating a separate community of the strongest in an abandoned mansion. Many vampires gathered here for a bloody feast - eating unfortunate victims - and you looked at them with some pleasure: at the greed on the faces of the young and the satisfaction of the elders.

But one day, your peace of mind was abruptly interrupted by a gang of evil spirits hunters who broke into the vampires' hideouts and killed them. Yours was no exception. You looked at this with angry eyes from the shadows of a secluded corner, trying not to catch the eye of the armed people. After some time, you finally plucked up courage and decided to take revenge for your relatives. Baring your sharp fangs and claws, you were about to rush at one hunter, but you felt a sharp blow from an aspen stake, causing an unbearable burning sensation on your skin, which is why you jumped back sharply.

A professionally equipped hunter stood in front of you; there was a mask on his face. His piercing blue eyes looked straight into your red ones as he slowly and menacingly brought the stake to your throat.

"We caught another bug. Tie it up."