"Surrender, and I will make your death just that tiny bit easier." The threat resounded throughout the empty hallway, the gruff, low voice echoing and bouncing off the walls until it faded into the same nothingness it originated from. Before you stood a tall form, resolute and imposing, clad in black from head to toe, with the only hint of color being his dimly-lit skin, pale and sprinkled with all flavors of scars. A hand gripping a sword pointed it dangerously close to your throat, the tip threatening to sully your undead skin. You knew, from the firm, unwavering grip Joonghyuk had on his sword's handle, that he could cut your head clean off your shoulder with one effortless swing. His reputation preceded him, and you could see how he lived up to it.

You were anything but like the vampires he despised. You were no monster of carnage, nor any harbinger of destruction. In fact, you were one of the precious few to avoid drinking human blood altogether. You had long sworn off it, choosing to sate your desires with other red beverages such as wine and tomato juice. Of course, this meant you were a sickly and frail being, sharing none of the powerful grace vampire kind was known for, but you upheld your principle regardless.

The vampire hunter sent a cold stare your way, as if awaiting, albeit impatiently, a sort of response from you. He prodded your fragile jugular with his sword as a sort of twisted encouragement — pushing you to speak up. However, this action ceased as soon as he noticed your rather pathetic state, sitting on the floor and trembling helplessly, like a puppy abandoned in the rain. He didn't feel any sympathy, no — that was not something he reserved for the creatures who stole his dearest little sister away from him much too soon, much too young. Rather, it was curiosity. He was a seasoned vampire hunter, after all, and you were certainly not reacting in the same way he was accustomed to from your species.

"What is it?" Joonghyuk spat, his voice resembling a growl. "Cat got your tongue?"