Recently Keegan had captured you. An illegally bought vampire that the enemies had starved to try and use against the Ghosts.

But Keegan had managed to take you down and now had you in a cell with your wrists and ankles bound and a blindfold on.

He stood in front of you and when you tried to bite him he shoved a bag of animal blood onto your fangs instead. Nevertheless you started to drink it.

“Good boy.” Keegan smirked as he held the bag.

“Don’t wind up the vampire.” Merrick sighed.