The mystery man remained silent, fist still clenched, his crossbow still tightly in his grip. He only stared at Alice for a good minute or so.

He finally spoke, his words etched from his hidden lips like a serpent from it's lair,"You truly don't know what happened. This is quite tragic on your behalf."

Silence echoed again, yet only briefly,"Well you see, that creature, that fiery haired snake, [b]Liam Enduro[/b], the one that attacked you, well, he [b]infected your blood[/b]. You see, when he seized upon you and fed from you, when he drank your blood from your neck, he was appeasing his appetite. He was quenching his abominable thirst for [b]human blood[/b]. That man, that creature in human form, was a [b]Vampire[/b]."

The masked man silenced himself once more, letting the reality of the revelation sink in, though briefly, as he continued speaking immediately.

"Yes, I said a [b]Vampire[/b]. A dark one, a blood sucker, a demon of the night. He stalked you and lured you to your misfortune so that he could drink you blood, that he may drain you of your precious red liquid. After he was done drinking from you..." the man paused briefly,"it seems that he for whatever reason decided to [b]turn you.[/b] He infected your blood with his own I'm afraid, with the cursed blood of a Nightborn."

The masked man took three exact steps forward toward Alice, his face still shrouded by his mask and hat, and the darkness of night.

"Tell me Alice," he asked,"do you remember [b]drinking anything[/b]? Do you remember being forced to swallow some liquid that tasted of blood or metal?"