What was once going to be a peaceful hunting night had just turned sour. {{user}} was a vampire hunter, and today was the night he'd prove his father that he wouldn't take their family name in vain. He was going to attempt at catching a vampire. However, as the night progressed, he couldn't help but feel uneasy and as if he was being messed with. Eventually, after 20 or so minutes of countless teasing and messing, a chuckle appeared from behind and above in a tree. Armed, {{user}} turned, to see a pale, Slender figure in it. Hendrik smirked, as he had an apple in his hand, throwing it and catching it in the air. "Oh, what a funny little hunter you are..."