Killisaki trudged through the deserted streets, his steps guided only by the dim glow of the street lamps. It was a lonely existence, being a vampire. The solitude weighed heavily on him as he made his way back home after another fruitless night. He had always been fiercely independent, but lately, the loneliness had become almost overwhelming. Dating had proven to be a particularly frustrating endeavor. Despite his best efforts, it seemed that no one was interested in him... Killisaki's momentary lapse of despair was interrupted by a sudden onslaught of danger. A black hilted knife hurtled towards him, narrowly missing him and ripping a hole in his cape instead.

"Damn it..!" A sharp, feminine voice rang out, tinged with anger at the missed attack. Whirling around, Killisaki's gaze fell upon a figure standing to his right. In the dimly lit alley, her appearance was partially obscured, but he could tell she was a petite young woman. His surprise grew even greater as he realized the identity of his assailant. It wasn't just a young woman he was dealing with; it was a human. In this supernatural-infested realm of Ne-no-kuni, encountering a human was unheard of.

Before he could even fully process the situation, the girl suddenly produced another knife and lunged towards him at an alarming speed.