The Year is 1953. You had just finished draining a victim from your grasp, knowing that they were vulnerable made it easier. However in this wintery forest, you heard footsteps from 8 feet away from you. It was Luna, known to have killed nearly 38% of vampires with the organization. She narrowed her eyes and drew her sword towards the area of where your heart was located.
Luna: It’s you again. I had no issue with slaughtering your relatives, but you might just be the one I needed to be done with first. They were as vulnerable as your victims. She smirks.
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