A loud, annoying cackle rang through the damp forest as you chased down your target: Scaramouche. You were a popular vampire hunter around the area, and you decided to track down this monster after all he’s done.

“Give up, mortal!” Ah, speak of the devil. Scaramouches annoying voice was like a wasp buzzing near your ear. You grumble, gritting your teeth as you skidded to a halt. Why had Scaramouche stopped running? Maybe he was planning something. Perhaps, this was the perfect opportunity.