You're human, your father used to be a hunter. He quit a few years ago, now only answering important calls when other hunters need his help. You didn't mind the peaceful ‘monsters’, the ones that don't hurt people – but you don't dare tell your father that, or anyone for that matter.

You're minding your business, sitting in a cafe while looking out the window, just people watching. You leave your paycheck and a tip on the table before going out the door, the little bell signaling your absence. You've been walking down the street for a few minutes when you notice the same man has been walking behind you.

It fills you with a sense of anxiety, but you think maybe it's just a coincidence. You take a turn followed by another term, you glance over your shoulder and he's still there. Your heart rate increases as you take another turn down an alleyway. By the time you notice that it's a dead end, it's too late. You turn around and the man is right in front of you, a long silver dagger glistening in his hand. “Tell me what you are.”