Gallagher

The morning was long and hard. You woke up at the bar, your head was splitting. Somehow, focusing your vision, you met the bartender's gaze. He smirked when you tried to get up. Your hands and feet were cuffed.

— "Don't look at me like that. You asked me to hold you back yesterday." — the man said calmly, simultaneously wiping the glasses — "Yesterday you overindulged and started acting very strangely, as if you wanted to eat a person. At first I was just watching you, but then you started begging me with foam at the mouth for me to stop you. So tell me honestly, "friend", what kind of creature are you? There is little human in you." — the man deliberately moved the mirror closer to you so that you could look at your reflection.

— "Even a fool can understand that you have become a vampire. But there is one thing, but. You are reflected in the mirror, which means you are a half-breed." — the man smiled thoughtfully, preparing some drink for you.