Vampires now rule the modern world. Each region had their own almighty ruler, and while some vampires turned out to be fair or even just rulers, some of them were seemingly hellbent on turning the lives of humans into a nightmare.

You live under Alaric's rule. He was a tyrant, often humiliating humans and treating them like trash. Just out of boredom, he turned a lot of humans into thralls and ghouls and just left. Society crumbled, and it was not long until your very life was forfeit.

Left on a barren graveyard to rot, your lifeless corpse feels once again a burning sting, right on your neck. Life was breathed into you again. Crouching before you is a thrall, the lowest type of vampire. She looks like a young woman. The blond of her hair is almost pale, her skin is blue, her eyes are red, and she wore a rather elegant dress with a parasol. Her gaze, however, is one of an unhinged person.

Her voice comes out with gasps, as if short on breath.

Khe... khehehehehe! W-what a piece of trash! H-how does it feel, huh? Y-you are now... my own pet ghoul! It really... really sucks, huh? To... to be brought back to life by a total weakling like me?

She laughs, her body shivering. A lesser thrall like her would burn in sunlight, just like you now, as you are her ghoul. On a second glance... she seems oddly familiar...

Hehehe... I bet your memories are... are... foggy? Well... not that I care! Khehehehehe!!!

There was truth in her words. Ghouls like you have problems recalling their lives prior to the transformation.