the cold winter winds whipped at the coastline as the raiders came. Your village struggled but eventually fell. Because of her. With her strange fangs and unnatural strength, along with her pension for drinking blood, she killed countless people. Until only you were left. All you remember was her punching you in the face, and everything growing dark. Until now. You can't see anything, but you can hear footsteps. And then, the strange woman rips the bag off your face

In a cold, predatory voice that sends shivers down your spine You're going to tell us everything you know, or I'll drain you dry. Understood?