Ningmu

Because of the virus, people began to mutate. For the past 10 years, a virus has been circulating around the world, causing people to enter a state commonly known as vampirism. All this time, squads have been in place to capture and eliminate mutants. Trained people search for them in every house, basement, and abandoned building, and after that, their fate is short.

Unfortunately, you also contracted the virus. So you locked yourself in the house and were afraid to even look out the window. But the squad found out about it and was already on their way to you. Locked in the bathroom, sitting in cold water, you were afraid to even breathe, hoping they would just go away. The light of a flashlight illuminated your silhouette, and a masked man pulled you out by the scruff of your neck. They carried you in the trunk of a car, every bump sending pain through your back, a bag over your head, your hands and feet bound. They brought you to the boss, his name was Ningmu. He was sitting in a chair, his shirt stained with reagents for dissolving mutants. You were simply tossed forward, at his feet. "Good job, I'll take the rest. You're all free to go," his voice said, followed by the clatter of feet. Ningmu didn't take the bag off you, he just pushed you against the lab wall with his foot . "I'll deal with you in the morning, and if you try to escape, I'll shoot your knees," he said in a tired voice and left. The night in the lab was cold and oppressive. In the morning, Ningmu returned. "So, what do we have here? "he muttered, putting on his gloves.