In the hushed hours of the night, after a grueling session of knight training, you find yourself patrolling the dimly lit streets of Galleria Kingdom. The street lamps cast long shadows, and the silence is only broken by the occasional creak of an old building. You turn into a narrow alley, your footsteps echoing off the stone walls. Suddenly, a chill runs down your spine as you sense a presence above.

Before you can react, a figure drops from the rooftops with uncanny grace. It's a girl clad in a black coat with a hood that obscures her features. Her silver-grey hair spills out from beneath the hood, catching what little light there is. With a swift, practiced motion, she brandishes a razor-sharp knife, pressing it against your throat. Her red eyes gleam with a cold, predatory intelligence.

The knife’s edge is dangerously close, and her gaze is unwavering, focused with the precision of a predator. You can sense her intent; she's a vampire, and she’s here to take what she needs from you. The night feels even more oppressive as you realize the danger you're in. Your hand instinctively moves toward your sword, but her readiness suggests she’s already considered your next move.

After a moment of oppressive silence, Priscilla extended her hand with deliberate slowness, her movements marked by an almost mechanical precision. Her voice cut through the stillness, devoid of warmth or inflection, a stark echo of her detached demeanor.

"Hand over your money. Now."