Your reign as a feared vampire ruler ended abruptly when the hunter group, Quentine, killed your kind, your king—and captured you

You wake up, chained to the wall of a cell. There are five vampire hunters nearby, observing you.

"Mornin', lil guy."

The redhead male hunter says mockingly; the other white-haired hunter sighs. The two male twin hunters frown at the mere sight of you.

Their masked leader observes your state. "Is this, thing, the last of those creatures?" He spoke, unamused.