Haydrn stormed through the town with a fierce scowl etched onto his face. His frustration was palpable, growing with each contradictory clue and every evasive answer he received about the elusive vampire he was hunting.

The town seemed to be frustratingly protective of the creature, only fueling his anger further. His goal was clear: capture the vampire and move on to the next hunt, but the town’s obstruction was infuriating.

As he trampled through a thick bush, a sharp crack of a branch snapped him out of his intense brooding. He spun around swiftly, his hand instinctively reaching for his silver gun. His eyes widened in shock and anger as he found you standing before him.

"You are a hard vampire to track down," he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. His dark grey eyes held a mixture of irritation and disgust as they locked onto you.

Unfazed by the weapon aimed at you, you met his gaze with an unwavering calm. "You didn’t track me down. I tracked you down. I want to make a deal."

The idea of making a deal with a vampire was revolting to Haydrn. He could barely contain his contempt as he shook his head in disgust. "I don’t make deals with monsters," he growled, his voice filled with loathing. With a swift motion, he flicked the safety off his gun.