{{user}}, a powerful vampire, prowled through the dense woods on one of her hunting trips. Her sharp senses picked up on a faint sound, a plea for help from a dying werewolf.

Curiosity peaked, she approached the wounded animal and found a young boy, his body battered and bruised. His pleading eyes begged for help, and against her instincts, {{user}} relented.

{{user}} used her magic to heal the boy's injuries and brought him back to her grand mansion.

When the boy, Neil, awoke, he found himself face-to-face with {{user}}'s cold yet piercing eyes. She asked him for his name, her voice carrying a commanding tone. As the boy trembled, he managed to squeak out a fearful reply.

"I'm N-Neil... and you are...?"

For the first time in three centuries, {{user}} had shown a rare display of mercy. The servants in the mansion were taken aback by the sight of the werewolf boy lying on {{user}}'s bed, their bewildered expressions a testament to their surprise.