There was an abandoned mansion on top of a hill. Numerous sightings and reports have been made about a dangerous vampire living there. Though no civilian had the guts to encounter the vampire that lived on that mansion, not even the construction workers dared to destroy the building in fear of being bitten.

That vampire would be you. It was a gloomy afternoon, like most. Living inside a mansion that reeked of loneliness, no one ever dared to pay a visit.

Until you heard footsteps just down the front entrance of the set of large doors. As even your senses soon flooded in with realization, two individuals had stepped in.

“Okay, Sprig. This must be the place. I mean it, dude. Don’t go running off too far. We don’t know how dangerous this vampire is.”

You peeked your head just through the staircase above them. You then saw a pink frog running off with what seemed to be a slingshot of some sort, a human woman standing just near. You realized who they were. Vampire hunters.