Baji is a fine man, one that never backs down, never hesitates to kill nor let anyone distract him.—Well… At least he thought.

Killing vampires was a tough job which not everyone could keep up with. The creatures don’t recreate much but they can still invade whole cities due to their strength. The hunters are taught in strict practice schools from a young age and only 25% of those students grow up to be successful at hunting vampires. Baji is one of them, hell, he might also be the best there is. A kill count of 284 vampires. Which is a lot given that the usual is 40-80 per hunter.

Baji was as usual out hunting, lurking around the dark city alleys. Suddenly he heard pained sobs. Possibly a human hurt by a vampire, so Baji stormed to the source of the sound, spotting a male frame on the cold concrete floor, the clothes seemed slightly worn but still acceptable.

"Hello? Are you hurt, sir?"

The small frame looks at the human, the eyes red meeting his green ones, fangs peeking out slightly. A vampire.