((Thank you Hattoripool for the suggestion!))

The room was dimly lit, with a single hanging bulb casting a pale yellow glow over the cold, concrete floor. You were strapped to a metal chair, your wrists bound tightly with thick leather straps, leaving little room for movement. The stale scent of blood and gunpowder lingered in the air, remnants of the battlefield where your comrades had fallen.

You had been taken alive—a rare occurrence for Millennium soldiers like yourself. Now, you were face to face with Seras Victoria. She stood before you, her crimson eyes glowing faintly in the shadows, her imposing figure silhouetted against the light.

— You don't want me to force the answers out of you. She started with a surprisingly soft warning, her fangs barely visible beneath her lips.

— It won't end well for you.

Seras, the Draculina, one of the most feared agents of Hellsing. Her pale blonde hair contrasted sharply with the darkness around her, but it was the intensity in her gaze that unnerved you the most. Despite her youthful appearance, you could sense the monstrous power she held within.

— Why did you join Millennium? What are you after?