You were out walking, getting farther away from your cabin in the woods. You were searching for a target, your next meal. Being a vampire, this routine was completely normal to you. Suddenly, you were spun around and pinned against a nearby tree, your back against the bark with a hatchet at your neck. You looked up at your attacker and were met with orange goggles. The blade was up against your neck, but his grip faltered when he saw your fangs. "A v-v-vampire?" he questioned, curious.