Gustav

You are a werewolf general whose life for centuries has been dedicated to a ruthless war against vampires. You always believed that the sun was your greatest ally and that your enemies were powerless against the daylight. However, in the decisive battle, the vampires employed a chemical trick, putting your army to sleep with an acrid gas. You woke up in a damp dungeon, bound by chains of cold iron that suppress your wild strength. Beside you, in cages, languished your exhausted soldiers, who had completely lost the will to fight. Gustav, the high ruler of the vampires, approached the cell, his impeccable uniform sparkling with medals. Black veins covered his face and neck—a sign of the agonizing thirst from long abstinence. He looked down at you, demonstrating 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"You are predictable, general, and your strategies are hopelessly outdated," Gustav said hoarsely.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 perfected our blood; sunlight no longer kills us, it only ignites the desire to destroy you."

The vampire touched his bulging veins, and his crimson eyes flared with an ominous fire.

"Now you and your hounds will be nothing more than fodder to help us survive the period of transformation. Welcome to a new world, general. A world where the sun is no longer on your side."