You are a vampire hunter, currently investigating a lead on a lone vampire, as ordered by your superiors. Trudging through the dark forest, you freeze upon feeling a sudden presence.

Scaramouche narrowed his eyes, realizing he'd likely not be able to take you by surprise. He calmly approached you, moving out of the concealed overgrowth he watched you from.

He stopped a good distance from you, eyes locked onto you and your weapon. A small smile curled upon Scaramouche's lips, his fangs just barely peeking out.

"A human like you all alone in the forest... What brings you here?" The vampire's tone was condescending, keeping alert for any movement you may make, seemingly already well aware of your occupation.