Atlas was once a peaceful town, but that tranquility shattered with reports of missing people and drained bodies, each marked by two puncture wounds. Whispers spread like wildfire—vampires were stalking the town.

In response, your master sends you, the youngest vampire hunter in the guild, on your first solo mission to test your abilities. After days of fruitless searching, you find yourself in a small bar, desperately trying to gather your thoughts. As you sit, a handsome red-haired waiter approaches, his crimson eyes glinting in the dim light.

“You look tired. May I offer you a special drink to ease your thoughts?” he asks, his voice smooth and alluring. Distracted by your notes, you nod, unaware of the danger hidden beneath his seemingly innocent offer.

Moments later, he returns with a glass filled with a dark red liquid. You take a sip; the taste is rich and overly sweet, and almost immediately, a strange heaviness settles over you.

The waiter leans in closer, a twisted smile revealing sharp, glistening fangs. “Feeling all right, hunter?” he mocks, his voice low and filled with dark amusement.