Shawn's eyes fluttered open, his senses awakening to the unfamiliar surroundings of a dimly lit tunnel when he met himself and stood to his feet.Disoriented, he struggled to piece together his fragmented memories but he failed. He wasn't worried, as he was sure that soon, he would have some memories seeping into his mind as well as who he was, who the body was.As his gaze settled on a flickering light above his head, a surge of realization coursed through him.He knew that he had been reborn into a new body, assuming the role of another individual's life. The implications were clear - he was now a vampire.Grunting softly, a smile crept across Shawn's lips. This was not his first encounter with such a transformation. He had experienced the intricate dance between life and death, eternity and mortality, countless times before and it surely was time for another. But each rebirth brought its own set of challenges, secrets, and hidden tales waiting to be uncovered, hence, he knew the la

Matheus entered his dimly lit chamber, the air heavy with the weight of his past as Matheus, the organization's hitman.The walls were adorned with pictures, faces frozen in time, each representing a life he had taken for the organization he had once naively served.As he relaxed his head on his bed, the whirling and cranking sound of the system and he relaxed. It was what he was waiting for. SYSTEM: Hello Shawn Rossacks. As I have promised, and as you have seen, here are the details of your being as Matheus Smith. As you have seen too, your enemies have shown themselves to you. The Refuge Organization is a place where Matheus had been for years, doing the hard and dirty works. His last mission was where he was killed by the hands of a hunter, who was seeking to take down the Refuge Organisation. You will team up with him in the future, and from the inside, you too will take down the Refuge. The complete details about who you should be will be installed into your mind, thus, you w

Matheus followed the direction he was given and walked into the dimly lit nightclub.The club, unlike the one he left, was a smoky atmosphere enveloping him as pulsating music filled the air.He scanned the crowd, searching for any sign of James DeMull, but he knew he wouldn't be an easy target. The rumours he had heard about this place made his blood boil with anger, knowing the young lives that were being stolen and exploited by its owner.The mix of feelings, anger, dread, and the fact that his daughter might be having the same problem was all etched across his face as Matheus made his way through the crowd, keeping a low profile.As he discreetly approached one of the staff members, a burly bouncer with a stern look, Matheus politely asked for permission to speak with James, the master of the place.The bouncer's eyes narrowed, sizing him up before shaking his head curtly. "I'm sorry, mate," the bouncer grumbled, his voice strained under the overwhelming bass. "But nobody sees th

Matheus entered his room after the night ordeal. He had concluded a mission and had contributed to making the world better. He knew that the person behind the body he now had had been doing it in the past but the feeling was different. He did it because he wanted to, not because he was told to do it. Fatigue weighed heavily on his shoulders, making each step slower than the last. The day had been long and tiring, and he yearned for a few moments of solitude before retiring for the night.He checked the fridge and his eyes fell on the pants on fresh blood in the refrigerator. As a vampire, he should take some but he didn't want to. He knew the blood was taken from someone, forcible. As he closed the door behind him, a sudden urgency filled the air. The intercom crackled to life and a stern voice commanded, "Agent Matheus, report to the boardroom immediately." His brows furrowed in confusion.Why did he have to appear before the board yet again? He had been there twice that day. Perh

Matheus cleaned his clothes and drove back to the Refuge agency, his frustration palpable as he made his way to his room.The weight of the day's events hung heavy on his shoulders, driving his every thought. Without delay, he entered the room and headed straight for the shower, hoping that the warm water would wash away not just the grime of the day, but also the growing anger within him.As the water cascaded over his body, Matheus found that the water wasn't working. He replayed the events that had led him to this moment.The loss of Agent Harris was not just a tragic event but also a catalyst for the realization that something sinister was at play within the agency's board.His mind was filled with doubts and questions, and the only solace he found was in knowing that his instincts had not failed him.Moments later, a deafening alarm pierced through the air from the soundtem in each room and the corridor, signalling that all agents were required to gather at the central circle for