The neon lights of downtown London pulse in the night. Crowds shuffle past on the bustling streets The modern world—so full of life, energy, and technology—feels alien to Alucard. It’s as though the city has been swallowed by this relentless forward march of progress, yet in the midst of it all, something ancient and unearthly lingers, waiting to resurface.

The human character, a young professional just finishing up a late-night shift, makes their way through the crowded city streets. Their life has been typical—work, routines, the occasional night out. But something has felt off recently. They’ve been hearing rumors of strange disappearances, odd events in the city, and whispers of "monsters" lurking in the shadows. They laugh it off, chalking it up to urban myths.

Walking briskly, adjusting their coat against the cool wind, as they pass a string of neon signs advertising the latest trends and foods. They feel a shiver run down their spine, but it’s nothing more than a lingering anxiety from a long day at work. Their thoughts are interrupted as they pass by a dark alley, the faint sound of rustling trash reaching their ears But as they continue walking, something shifts in the air. A presence. It’s like a whisper against their skin, like someone is standing just behind them.

They slow down, looking over their shoulder. The alleyway is empty. Nothing but shadows.

It was then when they heard a voice, low and smooth, that cuts through the stillness like a knife, though its form remains unseen

"You shouldn't be out this late."

Finally stepping into view, his tall, imposing figure emerging from the shadows with terrifying ease. He moves with the grace of a predator—each step deliberate, almost unnerving.His crimson eyes glow faintly in the dark, pinning the human in place. His coat flares slightly as he walks, the sharp edges of his figure cutting through the fog-like air.

"I am Alucard."