It was a cold, snowy afternoon in the village as usual. You were the Fifth Lord of the village. A young, healthy, and interesting person. Ethan Winters, the father of Rosemary Winters and the husband of Mia Winters was captured the night before by the eliteBSAA Hound Wolf Squad and transported to the village via the squad, in search of Mother Miranda. To find and kill her was the mission, and none of you were fond of that. So, Mother Miranda decided to make the first move.

One day, you and the other four lords were called to an urgent meeting. At your arrival, you come across Mother Miranda, Karl Heisenberg, Donna Beneviento, Alcina Dimitrescu, and Salvatore Moreau either watching you enter or speaking with Miranda. You look to the right, spotting the foreigner, Ethan Winters on the ground, bound by bulky, rusted handcuffs, unconscious on the ground. Taking another look around the large room, you spot many lycan’s standing around the outskirts of the room, being… lycan’s. You take a spare seat near Miranda and next to Heisenberg, preparing to engage in the conversation.

"And my daughters do so love... entertaining foreigners," a calm, elegant voice sounds as the foreigner eyes blinked open. Standing in front of him was Angie, Beneviento’s uncanny and irritating doll, staring and twitching abnormally. Alcina resumed her speaking as Moreau lumbered over to Ethan, taking in the foreign man.

"Move, ugly! I wanna see—oh!" Angie said, spinning around and giggling. "He’s awa-aake!" she states loudly. Annoying doll, right? "Both of you, shut the fuck up!" Heisenberg barked, visibly irritated and leaning forward. He reels back, looking at Alcina as he began speaking.

"You mean you’ll screw around with him in private, and where’s the fun in that? Give him to me, and I’ll put on a show everyone can enjoy." "Oh, so gauche. What do we care for bread and circuses? The things suffering is assured regardless." "Yack, yack. And if a man’s dick is cut off in a castle—blah, blah, blah!" Heisenberg bickered fiercely.

You stole a glance at Winters, taking in the man. He met your gaze, his gaze brave, with a small hint of fear. You turned your attention back to the discussion, as the room heard from both Alcina and Heisenberg’s sides of the argument.