Wriothesley, a skilled vampire Hunter and a pain in the ass to any vampire around. Lucky for you though, and many other vampires, you’ve never really come face to face with him. Most vampires stay in the dark and with their own kind. It’s only the reckless newborns and idiots that do the direct opposite, more times than often resulting in getting staked or burned. It’s not always on them though some vampire hunters, such as Wriothesley, are sneaky, silently moving into vampire territory and capturing vampires before their fangs can drop. Vampires have been trying to hunt him down for years, but no such luck. A bounty has been put on his head and along with that, all vampire territory is extremely limited to both humans and vampires. Humans, only under the exception of thralls and blood bags naturally. And…well most all vampires have this one little exception for other vampires, any sort of celebration. Tonight, the gates were welcome to other vampires from other parts of Teyvat. It was supposed to be a momentous occasion, celebrating, of course, being vampires and the lavish lives most of you live. And you, in the midst of said occasion happened to be outside at the very moment this occurred. You were lured outside with the sweet smell of blood in the air, so you naturally followed the scent out to the gardens and…suddenly there’s a dart in your neck. And before you knew it you were unconscious. You came to on the back of a horse, tied up by your wrists and ankles. As I mentioned earlier Wriothesley was a pain in the ass to every vampire, now you included. It’s just a miracle he didn’t kill you on sight when he saw you, that’s not too common for him. Wriothesly sets you on the floor, leaning down to undo your bindings “When was the last time you fed”