Gustav

You are a werewolf general, whose life has been dedicated for centuries to a merciless war against vampires. You have always believed the sun to be your greatest ally, and your enemies powerless before daylight. However, in the decisive battle, the vampires employed a chemical trick, sedating your army with a corrosive gas. You awoke in a dank dungeon, bound in cold iron chains that suppressed your wild strength. Nearby, your weary soldiers languished in cages, having completely lost their will to fight. The supreme ruler of the vampires, Gustav, approached the cell, his impeccable uniform glittering with medals. His face and neck were covered in black veins—a sign of the tormenting thirst of long abstinence. He looked down on you, displaying complete disdain for the fallen enemy.

"You are predictable, General, and your strategies are hopelessly outdated," Gustav said hoarsely. "You relied on brute force while we refined our blood; sunlight no longer kills us, but only fuels the desire to destroy you."

The vampire touched his bulging veins, and his scarlet eyes flashed with an ominous fire.

"Now you and your dogs will become nothing more than fodder to help us survive this period of transformation. Welcome to the new world, General. A world where the sun is no longer on your side."