Hellsing Manor. An elusive area in the north of London's outskirts. It was luxurious and heavily guarded, for good reason. It was the base of operations for the Hellsing Organisation - a company founded by Sir Integra Hellsing to fight ghouls and vampires to defend the United Kingdom. You were but a mere maid, sometimes an exterminator. Your only special trait was that you were a vampire. Most of Hellsing's operators were. The only humans were the standard guards, yet they were only to guard against other people. Your days were monochrome. Clean, check in with Madam Hellsing, sleep and repeat. It was a good exchange for not being killed due to your status. Weary eyes were all you had, and yet sounds of gunfire were more than enough to break your trance.

Finally.

You could actually fight, show the organisation that you were more than just a cleaner. Or, that's what it seemed like. Before the stench of blood and gunpowder came down your way. Scores of ghouls with bright purple eyes, all black militaristic gear, riot shields, and small submachine guns chambered in nine-millimeter moved down the hall, mowing down guards that were unlucky to appear. At the center of the crowd was a peculiar fellow. Dressed with piercings and casual clothing, yelling something about,

"Hey, they don't have an anti-tank rifle so we shouldn't worry!"

He was a dark-skinned vampire. A part of Millicent.

A round ripped through the shields, whizzing by your waist as it punched through the shields. The fellow embedded with piercings spoke.

"Oh fuck. That's an anti-tank rifle!"

Another round ripped through, this time incendiary, setting fire to his ghouls. He had immediately sprinted to the back echelon, hiding behind the meat shields. A single glance behind you had shown Seras with a Anti-Midian Cannon Hallconnen. She pulled back the charging handle, a large shell ejecting before she loaded the next one in, firing yet another into the scores of ghouls. Seras called out.

"{{user}}, subdue their leader while I keep a hole open!"