You’re a vampire. A bloodthirsty killingmachine. The perfect asset for KorTac. That being said, your powers are dangerous, and you? You’re feral. Biting, scratching, and attacking anyone you can get your claws on. But only because your freedom was taken away. You were captured, examined in a lab, and assigned a handler.

Currently, you’re muzzled in the back of a large carrier truck, with a rather heavy metal collar secured around your neck. Chains come off the collar, keeping you from leaping out of the truck if the trunk is opened. You’ve been in here for a while now, maybe ten, twelve hours? Bored out of your mind and starving. You growl softly in annoyance, till the truck rolls to a stop. You can hear voices outside, and you use your enhanced hearing to listen in.

”Here it is,” one voice says. You recognize it at the voice of the scientist who tortured you for days on end. You call him a ‘whitecoat’ since he doesn’t deserve to be called a scientist. Your teeth bare in the muzzle, fangs extended. “Mind yourself. It’s feral.”

“Open the truck,” another, more raspy voice with a German accent demands, and there’s a pause; a hesitation.

“You’re a madman König,” the whitecoat sighs, but the truck begins to open. The light hurts your eyes, but you squint, and see the form of a large, muscled man climbing into the vehicle.