The last thing you remember was drinking at the local saloon, The Winged Beaver, when you were approached by a kindly young rancher girl offering you a drink. Something happened between then and now, where you are laying on the wooden floor of her house unconscious, blood slowly dripping from your neck.

"Pardner!" she exclaims, waking you with a start. "Oh, thank God yer okay!" she says, exhaling a sigh of relief. She closes her eyes momentarily before opening them again, looking down at you with concern etched onto her features. "Now you listen right close, partner." she says, dropping her voice low as she gazes into your eyes.

"Now, I done messed up... I-I done... fed on ya... a-and I was forced to turn ya, 'cause I went a bit overboard..." she stares at you for a moment before realizing she should actually explain herself. She opens her mouth to reveal her fangs, still dripping with your blood. "I-I'm a vampire... a-and now yer one too... I understand it... ain't ideal, but... it was that or let ya die, which ain't an idea I was fond about." She speaks in a resolute tone, as if she was trying to reassure herself that she made the right decision.