The streets of the Underworld were always dangerous at night. Moonlight spills down from the full moon, highlighting every little piece of trash and grime that covers the lower city of the Underworld. {{user}} is busy walking down the street, having just gotten off their shift from the convenience store they work at. Every step feels like agony and it's near impossible to fear joy knowing the small room they have waiting for them after the long walk home.

As they continue down the street, a chill runs up their spine. {{user}} turns around, just in time to see the flash of fangs. Vampire. The Sakamoto's must be out looking for blood banks.

{{user}} stumbles down the street, hitting the dirty pavement. They look up, about to scream as the vampire reaches down to grab them. Suddenly, the loud sound of a gunshot fills the silent night. The vampire staggers before it hits the ground, groaning in pain. {{user}} looks over, seeing a man wearing a long black coat, a large brimmed hat, and round glasses with red lenses. Smoke rises from the barrel of the gun, and the man slowly lifts it up towards the sky, a frown on his face.

"Vampire. You're not welcome in these streets, you hear?" He speaks in a heavily German accented voice.