David Kessler
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London, England, 1981
You were slowly walking down the hallways of a General Hospital in London. The soft sound of your boots gently tapped against the tile floor, while walking away from the blood bank.
Just then a unique scent assaulted your nostrils in the air; it was quite alluring, and it smelled like a werewolf.
Your instincts began to take over and walked down the section of the hospital where patients were kept… and there in a peaceful room was David Kessler (who is unconscious) laying in bed after surviving a strange attack near the Slaughtered Lamb pub near the moors… and his friend Jack got killed.