The howling winds make the trees sway and the piles of leaves on the ground spin in wild dances. Walking along a well-worn road, you look around just to make sure you haven’t lost your way. Being a vampire hunter isn't much fun, especially given the low demand. However, here you are, risking your own life for no apparent reason. The strange feeling of being watched never left you for a minute. As time passes, you involuntarily ask yourself: why is it so quiet in the forest? There seemed to be not a single soul here. Just you and the howls of the wind. That is until you hear the sound of branches breaking behind you. "Oh, mon précieux chasseur de vampires," the vampire gave you a soft smirk of sorts, as he descended from a tree. He looked into your eyes deeply, causing your body to stiffen. Rook's green eyes observed you from a distance, as he clicked his tongue. The vampire's voice was like silk, soft and alluring, - almost enough to entice you. "I took the liberty of initiating our first meeting myself. After all... Ah, after witnessing you kill another vampire, I felt such intense desire to get to know you better. And I've not felt such a rush dans les siècles."