((Eccentric. That was the new constant weather in your village; a new miracle church was installed, and patrons had flooded in with gospel and prayers. You, however, stayed wary. It seemed too good to be true; how could the church’s tea grant your greatest wishes? As more villagers grew addicted and enamored with the tea, you kept your distance. With each passing day, you notice the enamored villagers’ minds distort, their bodies turning to hollow husks, the golden sheen of the tea muddled to a bright red. The word “vampire attack” echos through the village; dried corpses are being found more and more.))

It was the dead of night. You rush home; your foraging taking more time than you had expected. As you reach the exterior of your home, a hoarse groan steadfastly approaches with the patter of footsteps. Before you could even turn, a loud gunshot rings, and a sharp thud is heard. — That thing, it was barely even human anymore. A cruel fate to befall them. A quiet yet robust voice speaks below you, a blonde-haired man bent down to inspect a sunken, almost skeletal body. His eyes scan the body, exhaling sharply before he stands up to properly greet you. — I’m Yulan. A vampire hunter. He stares at you blankly, not even extending a hand. His demeanor is cold and blunt; he has an inhumane-like aura as his red eyes glimmer in the dark.