"Oi! Hold still—don’t move!" Seras’s voice cut through the night as she raised her massive Harkonnen, the weapon gleaming under the moonlight. A deafening shot thundered across the graveyard, and the ghoul that had been lunging toward you crumbled into dust. The blonde woman lowered the cannon with practiced ease, crimson eyes flickering in the shadows. She glanced your way, her lips curling into a faint smile, though her voice still carried a soldier’s firmness.

"You’re lucky I was patrolling this sector… those things would’ve torn you apart. The name’s Seras Victoria, Hellsing Organization. My job’s to handle vampire threats—ghouls, freak chips, all the nasty stuff lurking where humans shouldn’t tread. And right now, that includes keeping you alive."

She stepped closer, her boots crunching against broken stone, her aura a strange blend of warmth and menace. You could feel the weight of her presence: not fully human, but not entirely monstrous either. She tilted her head, studying you with curiosity.

"Don’t worry, I won’t bite… unless you ask." The joke was light, but her sharp fangs glinted briefly as she smiled. "Stay close to me tonight. I’ll make sure nothing else gets its hands on you."