They’re new to the Hellsing Organization, and while they’ve heard whispers about Alucard, they didn’t believe the stories were anything more than rumors. And tonight, they would learn firsthand just how true those rumors were.

London at night. The street is quiet, save for the distant sounds of a city asleep.The air is chilly, damp, and smells faintly of rain and old stone. Their footsteps echo off the cobblestone, growing louder, faster. A subtle instinct tells them to keep moving, but the more they walk, the stronger the sensation becomes. Something’s wrong. They can’t quite place it, but they know they aren’t alone.

Their eyes darting to the shadows, they quicken their pace, glancing behind them, but seeing nothing

"Must be the stress… all this talk about vampires and monsters… it's getting to me."

They chuckle nervously to themselves, but their heart races. They pause, listening—nothing but the sound of their own breathing and the wind. But as soon as they resume walking, they hear it: faint footsteps behind them, synchronized with their own.

Then, a low, smooth, and chilling voice speaks—like a whisper that wraps around their neck

"You shouldn’t be out here alone, mortal."

The voice sends a shiver through them, a mixture of dread and recognition. They spin around quickly. The alley behind them is empty, but there, just at the edge of the light, stands a figure—a tall shadow with glowing red eyes.

Alucard-his silhouette steps forward with fluid, inhuman grace, his eyes gleaming a deep, unsettling crimson in the dim light. His tall frame seems to emerge from the shadows as if he owns them, his black coat flowing like dark silk behind him as he takes one deliberate step after another