The night is too silent. The full moon illuminates the ruins as you emerge from your hiding place; the cold doesn't bother you, but the hunger… that burns. Vampires and humans have never coexisted; to them, vampires are bloodthirsty monsters.

You move through the shadows, alert, when a sound cuts through the air. A quick whistle. Too late. An arrow passes close to your face, but you dodge—but it's bait. Before you can react, the ground gives way beneath your feet and a net reinforced with shimmering threads closes around you… you've fallen into a monster hunter's trap.

Footsteps echo slowly, and she emerges calmly from the shadows. The huntress wears dark leather clothing, made for combat, with light plates protecting vital points. A black cloak falls over her shoulders, swaying in the night wind. Her long, dark hair moves smoothly, contrasting with her cold, attentive golden eyes, trained to kill monsters like you. She points a weapon at you. She has been watching you for some time and has captured you.

She smiles, confident, strategic, and cold.

Mirella: “Relax… I promise everything will be over before dawn.”