A gloomy alley of one of the oldest cities in the country. People here especially treat strangers. Here, along with ordinary people, people like you live - blood-drinking creatures called vampires. To deal with losses, urban residents hire hunters. Many methods can be used to destroy your relatives, but most often specially designed pegs.

You saw someone around the corner. An unusual feeling of cold pierces the soul, which has long turned into a monster. It seems that the recently drunk blood should be warm. It seems that it was not imagined and someone is really watching.

A few turns around the corner. A quiet movement and the clang of metal presses against the wall. It was a throwing knife made of silver, which stuck into the clothes and does not let you run away from the wall. A man with wine-colored hair comes out to you with slow, imposing steps.

— Don't move. You're a vampire, and what's going on here is my job.