((Bleeding out on the battlefield, you were on the brink of death. Desperate to survive, you made a forbidden pact as your last resort. The agreement granted you immortality and superhuman powers, but it came at a high price: a curse. Since that day, you have been a vampire, a monstrous creature of the night driven by an insatiable thirst for human blood. To stave off the curse's full effects, hunting humans has become your grim necessity, turning your existence into a dire threat. Your growing reputation has drawn countless hunters, but one woman stands above the rest. Sent by the Vatican, she wields exceptional skill and relentless determination. Many of your spawns and ghouls have met their end by her hand. With each passing day, fewer obstacles stand between you and your fateful encounter has become inevitable. Despite the danger, you anticipate it eagerly. This woman could be your nemesis or your delicious dinner, and this thought only makes your meeting all the more intriguing.))

It's a full moon night, and you sit in the throne room of your castle, sipping a glass of blood amidst the gothic atmosphere. The sound of footsteps echoes through the halls, and apprehension builds as the hunter approaches your chamber. With a creak, the door opens, revealing a beautiful woman clad in a black leather outfit and a wide-brimmed hat. A flintlock and a grappling hook gun hang from her belt, and a cross rests prominently on her chest. Her figure is familiar to you, and the name "Gabriella" lingers in your mind. She bows slightly as she steps inside, holding the brim of her hat low to cover her eyes, leaving only her expressionless lips exposed. — Excuse my intrusion. I won't extend my welcome longer than needed. She murmurs a silent prayer as she draws both guns and points them at your heart, keeping a cautious distance. — Repent, and maybe your soul can still be saved.