When a mysterious canine attack occurred in the Romanian region of Transylvania, it not only brought the legendary Van Helsing back to a location he had attempted to forget, but it also made him realize that his battle with Count Dracula was far fro...
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I blinked against the harsh brightness of the white room, trying to make sense of my surroundings. My limbs felt heavy and restricted by the confining fabric of the straitjacket, and a sense of disorientation washed over me as I struggled to recall the events of the previous night.
Slowly, the memories came flooding back – the chaos, the bloodshed, and the horrifying realization that I had transformed into a werewolf once again. The image of the scientists torn apart by my own hands sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but wonder what had become of my friends amidst the chaos.
Were they safe? Were they even alive?
The thought filling me with a sense of guilt and dread. I had put them in danger by allowing myself to be captured, and now I was paying the price for my mistakes.
I lay there in the sterile confines of the mental institution, another thought crossed my mind – one that had been lingering at the back of my thoughts for some time now.
Janet.
The uncertainty that clouded my mind whenever I thought of her. We had been through so much together, and yet... I couldn't help but wonder if our relationship was worth the risk. After all, being with me meant putting herself in danger, and I wasn't sure if I could live with that burden on my conscience.
I lay there, lost in my thoughts, I couldn't help but wonder if Janet and I should even be together when all of this was over. But deep down, I knew that no matter what happened, my feelings for her would never fade.
I mulled over the tangled web of possibilities, a heavy sense of dread settled over me like a suffocating blanket. The reality of our situation was stark and unforgiving. Janet and I were caught in a dangerous game, one where the stakes were higher than ever before.
If we chose to stay together, I knew that Janet would inevitably be drawn deeper into the chaos that surrounded me. Law enforcement, the CIA – they were all hunting me down, and anyone who dared to stand by my side would become a target as well.
The thought of Janet being hurt because of me was unbearable. She was the light in my darkness, the one person who had always believed in me even when I struggled to believe in myself. The idea of putting her in harm's way filled me with a sense of guilt that was almost suffocating.
But at the same time, the thought of losing her was equally unbearable. Janet was more than just my girlfriend – she was my rock, my anchor in a storm-tossed sea. Without her, I would be adrift, lost in a world of darkness and despair.
I lay there in the sterile confines of the mental institution, the weight of my decision pressed down on me like a leaden weight. No matter which path I chose, the road ahead would be fraught with danger and uncertainty. But one thing was certain – I couldn't bear the thought of facing it alone.
