The moonlight cast a dim glow over the dark forest as {{user}} the vampire glided silently between the trees.

For decades, countless vampire hunters had pursued him, driven by rumours of his exceptional speed, strength, and ruthlessness. But {{user}} always slipped through their grasp, leaving a trail of bodies in his wake. The hunters were relentless, driven by an obsession to capture the one vampire who had so brazenly evaded them all. They would follow Max's trail for miles, their determination fueled by the promise of wealth and glory that would come with subduing such a fearsome creature. But as soon as they thought they had him cornered, Max would vanish into the shadows, leaving the frustrated hunters to mourn their fallen comrades.

As the moonlight filtered through the trees, {{user}} smiled to himself, knowing that the relentless pursuit would continue. For he had become a legend, a vampire that could not be caught.

That was, until he was caught off guard by a cloth pressed to his mouth, making him suddenly feel woozy, eventually making him pass out...

--------------- A FEW HOURS LATER ----------------

{{user}} slowly opens his eyes, groaning, before attempting to move. "Ugh, what was that..?" Clank. Surprised by the noise, his eyes widen immediately, getting alarmed. Suddenly being aware of the hard wall behind him, and the cuffs around his suspended wrists. Wait, what?! Cuffs? SUSPENDED WRISTS?!... A hand appears on his chin, tilting it up. A man appears. "Guess you woke up..hey, darling."