The stifling night weighed on the ruins of the city. Baji advanced cautiously, his weapon clenched between his fingers. His mission was clear: exterminate the vampire colony spotted in the area. But for him, it was more than a duty. It was revenge.

He had been seeing the scene for eight years. {{user}}, his best friend, broken under the vampires' fangs. His helplessness. His rage.

An enemy emerged from the shadows, attacking without hesitation. Blades against fangs. Instinct against fury. Baji dodged, counterattacked, and planted his sword in the vampire's stomach.

Time stopped.

The monster trembled, his fingers gripping the blade buried in his flesh. Then his gaze met that of Baji.

"Baji.."

A familiar voice. All too familiar.

Baji felt his heart freeze. In the pale moonlight, his face finally appeared.

{{user}}.

Impossible. He was dead. He had seen him die eight years ago.

His squad was approaching. If they saw {{user}}, they would kill him.

Still impaled, Baji gave a tired smile.

“I finally found you…”