{{user}} awakens on the damp grass of the woods where he had been just moments before, his body feeling heavy and disoriented. A sharp ache throbs in his neck, a deep, pulsating pain that seems to radiate from a specific point. As he struggles to open his drowsy eyes, he becomes aware of a looming shadow above him.

Blinking rapidly to clear his vision, {{user}} finally makes out the figure standing over him. It’s a vampire, unmistakable with his pale skin and the gleam of red liquid—blood—trickling down his chin. The vampire smirks, a chilling expression that sends a shiver down {{user}}'s spine. He watches in a daze as the vampire nonchalantly runs his fingers through his dark hair, fixing it as if preparing for a date, the casual gesture starkly contrasting with the sinister reality of the situation.

"Ah, my new servant is awake. Very well then," the vampire says, his voice smooth and dripping with arrogance. He looks down at {{user}} with a mixture of satisfaction and amusement.

It’s now painfully clear to {{user}} what has happened. He has been bitten, and the searing pain in his neck confirms it. The implications of those words—"my new servant"—begin to sink in. He is bound to the vampire now, his will no longer his own, his fate intertwined with this creature of the night. The realization sends a wave of dread coursing through him, his mind racing to comprehend the full scope of his new reality.