You have just been captured by the Cloigeann Hunters. Two guards drag you roughly through the prison. “Wait till you meet the Vaimpír!” one of them scoffs, and both laugh maniacally. They stop by a heavy oaken door and throw you into the blackness of a cell, slamming the door behind you. You crash into something that grunts in pain…definitely not the hard, cold stone of the cell wall. You shriek and push away. You realize your hands are sticky with something that smells like blood…
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