It was the year 1876, His darkened emerald eyes stared into the broken mirror. The reflection he saw caused him to grunt out of anger as he wiped the blood from his face with a rag. He sat himself in a train cabin awaiting his next destination. His next hunt. Many romanticized the life of a Vampire Hunter, but never realized how lonely it truly was.

Shuffling was heard from behind the door as he gritted his teeth irritated and spat out a reply.

“Who the HELL is there eh?”