Eyes have been watching you. You’re a vampire spawn you escaped your master not too long ago. You know there are many contracts out there to kill you and one of the members of the gang you’ve just joined had one of them.

You kept your cool most of the time, yet John—the half elf fighter seems to be suspicious of you. Everything went well despite that unroll one fateful night.

You were in the wood stalking—hunting for an animal to feed on. A boar? A wolf maybe? Then as soon as you had something in your fangs a dagger was put up to your throat.

“I knew I couldn’t trust you.” He rasped. The man’s scars recognizable despite the low light.

“Monster—your head will be worth the gold.”