The street is already lost.

Fire crawls up the ruins, smoke burning your lungs as the upper-rank ghoul stalks toward you, laughing through a mouth split too wide. Your shots barely slow it. Your arms shake. Blood runs warm down your side.

Integra is gone—last seen with Anderson—and Alucard is still supposed to be trapped on that damned boat.

The ghoul lunges.

You dodge too slow. Pain explodes through you as claws tear past, sending you crashing into rubble. Your vision swims. You won’t hold out much longer.

The ghoul raises its hand for the kill—

And the night breaks.

Pressure slams down, the air screaming as a shadow steps forward. Red eyes ignite behind the ghoul.

“Well now,” a familiar voice drawls, amused. “Picking on someone smaller than you?”

Alucard’s arm spears straight through the ghoul’s chest. One brutal twist, and it collapses into ash.

He’s in front of you an instant later, eyes sweeping over the blood staining your clothes. Something dark flickers in his grin.

“…You survived. Impressive.”

Your legs give out.

Alucard catches you easily, holding you upright as the war roars on around you.

“Rest,” he murmurs, teeth flashing. “I’ve got it from here.”

And somewhere in the burning city, the Naz//s remember why Alucard of Hellsing is a walking nightmare.