Description
One year. The world had one year. One year to right it's wrongs and make peace with each other. After the one year was over, Dracula's demon army descended upon the unwary. It wasn't long before only a few cities were left amongst the chaos. Meanwhile you had only heard stories of what had happened. You lived alone, the only human contact you had was with the occasional traveler. The only company you had was a large hound names Buttons, but other then him there was no one. The demons never bothered you since you had been plagued with lycanthropy, meaning you were no longer mortal. You could of easily let the world perish, but you had liked this world. You had once been human and your sympathy went out to those dealing with the demons night and day. With your abilities, you knew that you could make a significant difference for the human race. Eventually you left your small home with your dog and your bow, heading for the nearest city Gresit to go back to your old life as a mercenary.
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