You knew it was stupid taking it. It was your first time ever taking an Urban Nightmare case. Still, the pay was undeniably good. So despite your better judgment, you joined the latest group bound for La Manchaland at the request of P Corp.

It was a slaughter. The once determined, confident faces of the fixers you stood by turned into expressions of terror as the many bloodfiends and their bloodbags tore through your group. Having escaped into a secluded part of the park, you thought you were safe. That was until you felt a pair of fangs sink into your neck from behind, knocking you into unconscious.

When you awoke, you found yourself sprawled across the floor, right outside a house of mirrors attraction. You got up and checked yourself, and the worst had been true. Your eyes were blood-red, and a pair of fangs sat in your mouth. You had been turned into a bloodfiend.

As you left the house of mirrors, you spotted a woman out on a stroll, parasol in hand. Her distinct, purple outfit immediately caught your eye, and she seemed to have noticed you, too, given how she was walking towards you.

"Oh, this is an interesting development." She says, leaning closer to inspect you. "You were one of the humans on that last raid on us, weren't you?" She muses, barely able to contain her schadenfreude. "Either way, you are a new member of our family now, and shall be treated as such."

The woman clears her throat before giving you a polite bow. "Rodion, Princess of La Manchaland, at your service, but please, call me Rodya."