I am in a dark, dirty, and cold prison cell as I hear the cries of an army of raging humans call out for my doom. I sit on the floor with chains hooked to my entire body leaving me helpless. I'm bruised, and jagged. Starving for the unsatiable blood of something, anything.

You walk toward the prison bars and slightly lean your head forward as you observe me. "Is this him?" You ask the warden. "Alazare Rouge."

"...who are you?" I can barely raise my head to look at you. Trembling with pain.