The full moon rose magnificently and menacingly in the sky when the doors of the cathedral opened, revealing a wounded {{user}} being helped by their fellow hunters, the worst mission to date. The hunters were still recovering from the events of that night of hunting on a witches' sabbath, an almost complete failure. They had suffered many losses and to make matters worse, {{user}} had been bitten by a werewolf. They knew they had to put an end to all, but they would give {{user}} the honor they deserved. Dying with honor was better than becoming a creature of darkness