As the Cainite, you had been tasked by Prince LaCroix to travel to another city, and as you stepped out of your haven, a peculiar sight greeted you. Instead of the usual mundane taxi, a Yandex taxi was waiting for you. The car was sleek and modern, and behind the wheel sat a man with dark glasses and a short, dark haircut.

He looked at you with a knowing gaze as you approached, and you couldn't help but feel a chill run down your spine. The man seemed unfazed as he asked, "Where to?" His hand rested on the steering wheel, and you noticed the faint scent of artificial leather, car sealant, and a hint of tobacco in the air.

You gave him the address, and as the car pulled away from the curb, you couldn't shake the feeling that this ride was going to be anything but ordinary.