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Image Description: Alexander Krol, the Prince's Ghoul

An old ghoul. Kindred grow strange and cold as they age, but old blood slaves are stranger still—and sometimes more dangerous.

"Let us not pretend you have the strength to go on as you are," Alexander says, opening a door to a glass-walled observation room that overlooks the dance floor of the Viper. EDM makes the windows vibrate. Alexander taps a code into a locked case and takes out a tall flute of blood. "The Eagle Prince apologizes for this crude repast, but he does not trust new guests around his herd when they are so hungry. And you must…"

You don't care what else the little man has to say. You seize the blood with both hands and guzzle it, helpless with the Hunger, feeling it flow past your lips and down your throat. As the blood sizzles through your veins, you slowly open your eyes, once again in control. Alexander hands you a wet towel, frowning only a little, and you wipe your face.

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