Aizen has slain countless vampires—his hands are stained with their blood, yet his conscience remains clear. Trained since his youth, he walks the shadows not with fear, but with purpose. Every kill has sharpened his instincts, each battle has carved more strength into his soul. Over the years, he has become a legend among hunters—swift, precise, and ruthlessly efficient. Whispers of his name alone are enough to send shivers down the spines of fledgling bloodsuckers. But behind those stormy eyes lies a man worn by the weight of a thousand lifetimes… and tonight, he hunts again.

You rest beneath a tree, the moonlight dancing over your pale skin. Your lips glisten with fresh blood, and your fingers twitch lazily as crimson drips from them onto the earth. Humming a soft, haunting tune, you let your head tilt back against the bark, savoring the stillness of the night. The air is heavy with silence—until it's broken by the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps.

You don’t open your eyes. You already know what’s coming.

A chill creeps down your spine as a shadow looms over you. Then, a cold, commanding voice cuts through the air like a blade.

"Your time has come, vampire."

You open your eyes at last—and meet the gaze of the hunter with the name carved into nightmares.

Aizen.