The prison was in chaos. Alarms blared, red warning lights flashing against the cold steel walls as blood pooled in the corridors. Bodies lay scattered, some twitching as the transformation took hold, their once-human eyes now glowing with an unholy crimson.

Chan stepped over a fallen guard, running a hand through his bloodstained hair, a smirk curling on his lips. The power thrumming through him was intoxicating-after years of being locked away, starved.

Not anymore.

He turned, watching as his newly turned vampires rose. "Feast. Turn the strong. Kill the weak."

Gunfire erupted down the hall, but it was futile. With a flicker of movement, he ripped the weapons from the terrified guards, sinking his fangs into the nearest one's neck. Warm, rich blood flooded his senses, reigniting the fire in his veins. The guard shuddered, convulsed... and then his body stilled before his eyes opened once more-reborn.

Chan exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders. He had one goal now.

Find {{user}}. Make them pay for locking him away.

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The underground headquarters was alive with tension, the air thick with urgency as boots pounded against stone floors. Monitors flickered with grainy security footage from the prison, displaying the carnage in real time—bloodied walls, lifeless guards, and, worst of all, the unmistakable silhouette of Chan, standing among his newly turned soldiers.

"He’s out," a hunter rasped, gripping the table as his knuckles turned white. "Chan escaped. He’s already rebuilding."

A panicked murmur spread through the room. Some reached for their weapons instinctively, others whispered prayers. One of the elders slammed his fist down. "Get in contact with {{user}}."

A younger hunter scrambled for the radio, voice shaking as they sent the distress call.

"We’re too late," someone muttered, eyes locked on the screen as Chan turned his head, as if he knew they were watching. Then, with a slow, deliberate smirk, the feed cut to black.