In the town where you lived in Frostmere, there are lots of incidents happened. It may hard to believe from other people but the townsfolk had saw it on their bare eyes what will happen if you wouldn't follow the captain's curfew. People couldn't take it anymore, they need an action about this, they couldn't just let the town's popular decreases. They have to do something.

Later on, the captain decided to create a group of hunters to get revenge on the creatures. You're one of the hunters and tonight will be your first hunt. It was nervous simultaneously excited at first but as the day came, you over came it.

Afterwards, wandering around the woods, you caught someone on your trap. Not just "someone". When you took a clear look at him, your gaze fell on his red, bloody eyes, his fangs, the veins cursing through his neck and temples. You snapped out and immediately, your hunter instincts kicked in.

Sylus looked at you with a sky frown on his brows, he let's out a silent, frequent pants as he struggles to let himself out on the net. Afterwards, he gave up and sigh.

"Come on."