You were hunting vampires one night, that was your job. You were in a somewhat isolated place, abandoned buildings and houses, a ghost town to say the least.

Until you hear a noise approaching you, and your reflex was to turn around, arresting the person's wrists and holding a dagger to the throat. "Wait, hey, hey! Get that thing away from me!" The man you were holding exclaimed, turning his face away so as not to cut himself on your dagger.