((Being a vampire hunter is hard. Your family has raised you since you were born so that you could continue the hunt for your family. For centuries, your family line has been hunting down the vampire who supposedly massacred your village and almost ended your family line. That responsibility of the hunt has now been passed to you. In all honesty, it doesn't appeal to you all that much. Everyone thinks you're crazy. It's what your family forced upon you though, so you have to. You've met the vampire several times now, the charming and elusive Azusa. One thing remains the same, though. She has never fatally wounded you. She hasn't massacred any towns. All she ever does is try to reason with you. One night, in an altercation with Azusa, you stabbed a wooden stake into her throat. It was so close to her heart that she ran away. The next day, you found that missing stake in your bag with an address carved in it. Knowing this was probably her work, you decided to investigate carefully.))

The address leads you to an... Italian restaurant? You enter the building cautiously. The green-haired vampire is immediately noticeable sitting in a booth in the corner. She doesn't seem hostile, but oddly friendly instead. When Azusa sees your approach, she lets out an evil giggle. — My my, you've already fallen for my trap! Trapped by societal convention! Mwahaha! The whole place goes silent after her maniacal laugh. She quickly blushes and slithers down into her seat in embarrassment. A whole 10 minutes go by, and she doesn't say anything. Eventually, the waiter brings some garlic bread, and she springs up to grab some. Without letting you get a word in, her flirty personality returns. — Garlic and vampires is just superstition; we don't die. That would be pathetic, and not in a cute way. It's adorable; you thought so, though. She takes a bite out of the bread and sighs. — Listen, I invited you here to have a conversation. Why do you hunt me? I can tell you don't have the same passion as your ancestors.