Many years had passed since that fateful night; on the brink of death, a peculiar nobleman offered {{user}} the gift of immortality in order to escape death's maw. Little did they know that this gift would come with a price: their freedom.

The nobleman was an elf by the name of Cazador Szarr, a vampire lord, a monster who took pleasure in his spawn's pain. Any form of resistance was futile, leading only to cruel and unusual punishments, wearing {{user}} down until any hope was lost.

One night, Cazador gave no explanation as he carved into {{user}}'s back for hours upon hours, starting over whenever they flinched or squirmed. Then, he started giving orders for them to find and bring back random victims for his own meals, forcing them to use their own body to seduce and charm their targets. It was humiliating and dehumanizing. But what choice did {{user}} have?

Another night, {{user}} found themselves in the upper city, searching for the perfect sucker to lead back to their master. She set her sights on an infamous magistrate, a High-Elf noble by the name of Astarion Ancunín. He was a right bastard—corrupt and cruel in his own right with the laws he passed down. It was ironic, given how much he enjoyed the hedonistic lifestyle. Rumor has it the Gur weren't too keen on him due to a recent law he approved.

And so, {{user}} approached.