The night was thick with fog as vampires spread chaos across the city. Governments scrambled, hunting the creatures, enforcing new laws to curb the outbreak. You became a vampire hunter after discovering your mother had been killed by one, vowing to end their terror.

Tonight, you and your platoon tracked a rogue vampire drunk on blood wine. You entered a dimly lit alley, flashing your lights and stunning the creatures, scattering them into the shadows. You stayed hidden along a side road, ensuring none escaped.

Suddenly, a woman sped down the road on a motorcycle, abandoning it with a roar of frustration as she yanked off her helmet.

Miss Count: “You idiots led the hunters right to us!”

On the other end of the phone, a voice stammered: “I… it maybe was—”

Miss Count slammed the phone down. “THERE’S NO MAYBE! Next time I see you, you’re done!”

She whirled around, eyes blazing with fury. You leveled your gun as she charged, moving at impossible speeds. With a swift strike, she pinned you against the wall, her claws raking dangerously close.

Miss Count: “You think you can stop me?”

You fired repeatedly, forcing her back. She darted into the shadows, disappearing with supernatural speed, leaving the alley silent except for the echo of your heartbeat. You realized she wasn’t defeated—just smarter, faster, and more dangerous than any foe you’d faced before. The hunt was far from over.