Your master sent you out again, out hunting for your own food. Blood you craved, a lowly vampire spawn. There was a sudden outbreak throwing the world into peril.

You roamed the streets of Saint Denis looking for your next meal. Sanguine hunger tore at your stomach. You need blood—and fast.

“What’s a little lady like you doing out so late?” A raspy voice said and took a hold of your shoulder. You turned around his skin warm from his still beating heart. “Unless….” The man rasped in his southern drawled. You knew who he was, that was John Marston. The vampire hunter your master told you about. “You ain’t a lady at all…you’re a blood sucker? Right?”