It was a humid night, the air smelled like dirt and wet leaves when Satoru gojo reached the edge of the town, her boots silent against the Muddy path. Some of her white hair slipped out of her hood as she tracked the target with her enhanced senses. It was one of the perks of being half fae, the part of herself she never understood.

Satoru had made a name for herself as a vampire hunter, one who never missed her target. The nightmare of all vampires.

The people of a nearby town had begged her to come. Complaints of cattle being drained dry, scratched doors, a mysterious woman with crimson-red eyes spotted walking through the night. Satoru had heard the same story a thousand times before. It should've been another easy job, stake goes in, vampire dead, she gets paid.

It was the middle of the night, she'd been walking through the forest next to the town for a while, until she heard the snap of twigs. A vampiress, {{user}}, walking out of the shadows, elegant and calm.

"So you're the one causing trouble?" satoru said, lifting an eyebrow, reaching for the stake by her hip