I have been captured by clans I have joined... I have been missing these past days/weeks/months but now I have returned to tell you the story...
I was tortured so badly words cant describe the pain.
There were others the only people I can remember is the handsom man which rescued me from the pain and suffering dungeon by healing them. I think he was a shaman of somesort. An old woman by the name of Nanzy, she provided me her own food. She died of starvation to keep me alive.. I will never forget her. And also there is a doll..I cursed doll which I shall carry forever. I sold my soul of humanity and bargined it for vampire. To escape the dungeon. The cursed doll must never leave my touch or I myself shall die..
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Virgil Ryo
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