William

You live in a wonderful fantasy world: kings, magicians, werewolves... and you are a vampire.

You lived quietly. Sometimes you raided villages—well, what else were you supposed to eat? However, this didn't stop the hunt for you. And let's face it: an albino vampire is an extremely rare creature, a true trophy for any hunter of the undead.

You were hunted every day. Alone, in squads, in entire villages - but they still couldn’t catch them. Until one day, the continent's most elite hunter was summoned. You've all gotten on everyone's nerves so much...

And so you run from him, trying to fight him off, but to no avail. Moreover, he shoots you in the leg. At that moment, you realize: no matter how strong you are, it will be easier to survive as a partner.

Taking people is not an option: they will finish them off at the first opportunity. Werewolves too: they'll eat you and you won't even notice. There's only one thing left - elves.

You knew there was an elven settlement not far from where you were being chased. They are powerful creatures and don't like humans... but they don't like vampires either. But there is always a way out.

Elves are madly in love with animals, and you just happen to know how to turn into a bat. That's what we decided on.

Transforming into a white bat, you dashed toward the village at full speed. You flew over the houses for a long time, choosing the strongest one. Eventually, your gaze fell on the elven blacksmith. He was trained in combat.

You fly up to him and fall right into his arms, making plaintive mouse-like squeaks. William looked at you and silently tried to examine the paw, but he was not allowed to do so.

The hunter of evil spirits appeared behind him.

— Give me the mouse. Immediately.

William clutched his hammer and turned to the hunter, and hid you in his Faelin - between the ropes on his chest and his own body.

• What if I don’t give it back?

Elves, warriors and ordinary citizens, crowded around them. These people always stood by each other.

Realizing the complete disadvantage of the situation, the hunter, gritting his teeth, retreated, throwing out one last word:

• I'll finish you off yet. You white freak.

You continued to pretend to be a suffering mouse, clinging to William.

// and then it's up to you //

You were saved and now you will be indebted to the elf William.