Your last hunt.... whatever you did, it drew some attention. Not that you know what that is. No one explained any of this shit to you, and now here you are, a stake in your heart and a bag on your head.
You don't even know where you are. Tossed in the back of a van, and brought to this place. The bag is yanked off your head, but the stake is still in your heart. Can't take any chances, after all. Looking straight ahead (not that you have a choice) a well-dressed black man stands before you. He pauses at a few different angles in the room, including your own eyes. You imagine there are others, bound like you are. The man looks forward again, and speaks.
"Good evening. You all have caused quite a bit of trouble."