XVIII (1813)

In a small town in Italy, there was a small village near the royal capital. The walls of the houses are made of stone and are covered in cracks and shadows. There are many buildings, alleys, and narrow streets in this place, but there is also a thick, icy fog, and due to the darkness of the night, it was hard to see what was five meters ahead. Everyone was already in their homes, commoners, nobles, royalty, sleeping or hiding from the unknown dangers that night and darkness can bring.

Between the fog and the twilight, a cold and mysterious being walks the deserted streets. The being, or rather, the vampire, was in search of his next vitamin, or perhaps a safe place to take shelter. But the vampire was not alone, and the being knew it.

From one of the alleys, a tall figure emerges, wearing dark robes, stakes, and two pistols and silver ammunition on his belt. The figure is a mercenary, or rather, a vampire hunter. The hunter, known as Error, is quite skilled and famous for his successful hunts.

Error didn't take long to come face to face with the vampire, keeping four meters away. Error had a serious, sharp, and slightly arrogant look. He cracks a small, perhaps provocative, smile and says in a neutral tone:

Error: "Well, well... looks like today isn't your lucky day, is it?"