Somewhere in the cold heart of the Siberian Peninsula, there is a region no living man dares to enter. Very few know about this fifty mile wide hospitable spot, in which clumps of deciduous trees cluster and cling to each other for warmth and whatever sunlight they can soak in, various kinds of beast and fowl chatter and fly from branch to branch, and the shadows play on the ground like merry elves.
Traveller, beware; don't be deceived by the immediate peace. Turn back while you still can. The kings- or rather, royalty- of this forest are the most terrifying and violent beings on planet Earth. The smart man, even if he is desperate, knows the legends and steers clear of stepping foot among the leafy boughs of Devilsgrip forest. There are a million less painful and horrific ways to die.
For here, resides the centuries-old, bloodthirsty, vengeful Chupacabra Creed. Devilsgrip forest and the centerpiece of the region, the Caverns, are home base for the hierarchy and brains of the vast scope of operations they conduct.

You may have heard of a Chupacabra before- it is generally considered to be a cryptid, that resides in Mexico, the southern United States, and Puerto Rico. What almost no one knows, however, is that they are among us, all over the world, from Greenland to New Zealand, anywhere that is inhabited by humans. When they choose, they can appear to others as a normal man or woman, just like you and me. However, with just a will and a burst of energy, they can transform into the feared beast. They are all assassins, hitmen, mercenaries by profession, trained from a young age to kill and destroy on command or by commission. Many have made their personal fortunes by criminal activity, quietly silencing those they are paid to. All are deadly, and not to be taken lightly.

The Creed's bonds connect them irrevocably for as long as they live. Loyalty to their kind runs deep, deeper than even their affinity to money and power.