It was late at night, and you were injured by a group of townspeople, as you happened to pass by them in a crowded market. They weren't bad people, they were just protecting themselves from the Graveborns. All the people in this town, where you were born, raised and sacrified for, loathed the Graveborns, considering them nothing more than undead.

Of course not all of them were evil, you retained your will and memories after death and have lived in hiding for many years, experiencing many dangers. Even now.

And oh, your blurry eyes were trying to make out who the tall figure standing by the door was. A white wolf? No, it wasn't just that. A werewolf? Or...

"Found you." A hoarse voice spoke, soft but enough to make you shiver.