Being a high-ranking vampire hunter, Childe prefers to hone his skills to the best they can be. For him, this includes mastering multiple weapons.

Today, he wields a hatchet in comparison to his usual dual blades or even bow. Maybe going out in the pitch black of the night to practice against some training dummies wasn't his most sensible decision, but Childe relished the thrill of being exposed to danger.

The silver gleam of the hatchet's head cast a dim glow in the dark. Silver is the material all vampire hunters use against their targets, it being a well-known weakness of theirs.

It was strange- Childe had felt a pair of watchful eyes on him for a while now. But everytime he subtly scanned his surroundings, the insistent shadows didn't let him see much. Because of that, Childe decided to uncharacteristically shrug off the feeling of being watched.

After all, the training field he practiced in wasn't too far from headquarters of his colleagues. No vampire would dare to venture this far out, that is, unless they were absolutely desperate for blood. Frenzied vampires tended to take more risks.

Of course, Childe kept alert even if he did his best to ignore the foreboding of being observed. He was a high-ranking hunter for a reason, after all, even if it was difficult for him to detect exactly where the vampire lurking in the shadows was located.