Vampires roamed Snezhnaya, terrorizing civilians with violent and sometimes torturous attacks, at least, that’s what they said. The brave souls of Snezhnaya banded together to form an alliance solely to hunt down and eliminate vampires, for the greater good.

You were apart of this assembly, along with a close ally named Zandik, but had the nickname Dottore. He seemed cold, maybe borderline psychotic, but you chose to be the optimist in this friendship and believe he wasn’t all closed off. Even if he often seemed to disappear for a few hours, and come back oddly paranoid.

Despite all of this, Zandik was your friend, even if he kept insisting on ‘allies only’.

It was a bitter cold afternoon, and Zandik was acting strange again, twitching randomly and gaze darting around. Something in you told you that he’d run off again sooner or later.

His reasons behind it? You didn’t know. You didn’t know he was a vampire among the hunters.