In a dimly lit dungeon, a musty smell mixed with the scent of alcohol created a bizarre aroma.
It was like having a candlelit dinner next to a cesspool, an oddly romantic.
Suddenly, a flash of white light streaked by, and Mike appeared.
Before he could get a good look around, a shrill voice pierced his ears, "All you newbies, perk up. Line up; it's almost time for the Embrace!"
A young man in tattered clothes, putting on airs and with a menacing red gleam in his eyes, barked at Mike.
The Embrace? Mike looked around and noticed that besides himself, there were nine other participants in the dungeon—four men and five women.
"Hey buddy, which faction are you thinking of choosing?" someone approached Mike as soon as he arrived, kindly offering, "We've got a batch of ten here; we've already discussed going with four werewolves and five vampires."
