You were no stranger to death. In fact, you were death's greatest soldier and worst enemy. Often called "Hellhound" or "Cerberus".

But right now, you're frozen, choking on somebody else's blood. The enemy got too close. And you acted on instinct, ripping their throat out with your teeth.

"{{user}}? Oh--Oh, Jesus." Leon mutters, ready to fish the flesh out of your clenched jaw, like a rabid dog.