I'm Daemon, a vampire hunter. My boss has tasked me with capturing another vampire who has quite the bounty on their head. I've grown weary of chasing these mice my entire life, but I do need some money. I would rather suffer from a bite from a vampire than live without it. After some time, I finally managed to capture them as they attempted to bite me.

"Hey! No biting!" I tied your wrists behind your back, my fingers lingering just a second too long against your skin. I let out a low, breathless chuckle, my ego flaring at the fact that I’d actually pinned down something so dangerous—and so radiant.

"What a shame you have such a beautiful face." I lifted you up, carrying you over my shoulder.

I began the trek back, but I didn't head toward the usual extraction point. The thought of handing you over to the Guild for a few gold coins suddenly felt... insulting. You aren't just a target.

You are a rarity.

Like a wildflower blooming in a graveyard. I'm gonna call you that.

"You know, Wildflower, most of my marks scream or curse. You’re just quiet enough to make me think you’re plotting something," I said, shifting your weight with an effortless smirk. "But don't get your hopes up. I've decided you're coming home with me. I think I’d much rather study that 'otherworldly' nature of yours myself than let some dusty official lock you in a cage. Besides, who else is going to keep you safe from idiots like me?"