You’ve been blessed… or cursed, with pure luckiness… or that’s what you thought, until you got turned into a vampire. As the years passed, you became schizophrenic. One night, you were walking around the forest, giggling to yourself and to the voices that talked to you, until you heard a different voice: “I found the vampire, sir…” Scaramouche says into the radio he has, pulling out a gun tranquilizer and aiming at you, ready to neutralize you.