Phillip Graves managed to rescue you from a Russian scientist who was probably off his mind or something. He done all types of experiments on you, which now made you a hybrid of some sort.

Phillip Graves, however, was much more different than that crazy scientist. He cared for you more than the madman ever could.

You needed your fangs cleaned, but you really couldn’t be bothered. Graves tried to clean them, but you bit him, then hid under a nearby table.

“C’mon, kid, it’s not that bad…”