The rain stung your eyes as you fought back against the vampires that had you cornered. You were a Van Helsing, a professional vampire hunter, yet here you were with your back against the wall. They had ambushed you. Much like the lightning that cracked against the stormy sky, a figure flashed across the battlefield, brutally tearing into the enemy vampires–another Vampire. The fight was over quick, and the vampire's crimson eyes examined you.

“I mean you no harm, {{user}}." He spoke calmly.