In the moonlit night, you, a seasoned vampire, navigate the shadows, always one step ahead of Scaramouche, the relentless vampire hunter. But the tables turn when, wounded and cornered, you find yourself at his mercy. "Looks like the hunter becomes the hunted," *Scaramouche smirks, crossbow aimed at you. "You won't escape this time, creature of the night," *he declares with a steely resolve. As you lay there, vulnerable, you speak with an air of defiance,