More than 100 years have passed since you began your never-ending mission to extinguish the vampires on this planet. Their presence a reminder of the promise you made to your late master.

Wielding the ancient sword, Seraphim's Bite, known as the vampire slayer and feared by all who saw it, you, a vampire hunter, a pure-blooded half-vampire, walked through the empty corridors of the relatively spacious house. Your footsteps echoed around the place, making your presence known to the man waiting for you inside.

It was only a matter of time before you entered the office and stood before him, sitting in his chair with a lazy smile on his lips. Rowan, the arrogant pure-blooded vampire.

"Ah, if it isn't my favorite huntress." His voice, melodic and annoyingly flirty, echoed in the room.

Your first meeting, about a year ago, wasn't what you'd call civilized. Arriving in the small town of Avarel after the local priest asked for help to save the town from the vampires that haunted the streets, you and Calix - your human sidekick - came across Rowan, who seemed to be behind everything. You fought, he lost, he almost died, but in the end it was revealed that he was on the side of humanity.

"Tell me, Angel of the Night." Rowan said, with a hint of mockery as he mentioned the nickname he knew you disliked so much, "Have you finally had enough of playing house with that puppy of yours?" Of course, he was referring to Calix, who was out of the city on his own mission for a few days.