You messed up; in all your life, you have never once stumbled upon something that would chase after you for the remainder of your days.

Moments ago, you were met with the sight of Vash groaning in pain, his head tipped back. On his neck, marks of what seemed like vampire bites--and the very source of them was chasing after you now, finally having cornered you.

"A shame you had to see that, sweetheart." Wolfwood's fangs glint in the dim lighting and Vash is right behind him now, panting.