You didn't know what to expect when you were invited to London. I'd been decades since you'd step foot on British soil. But Hellsing had asked for a favor, and though it was only to repay Sir Integra's lineage. You couldn't help but be somewhat intrigued. You'd traveled a long way.

At the moment, you were in Sir Integra's office. Having a proper discussion. When the presence of another being could be felt. Alucard’s voice cut through the thick air like a blade, deep and dripping with intrigue. “So this is the fabled creature they speak of in hushed tones...” His eyes glimmered with an unsettling mix of respect and amusement as he stepped further into the dimly lit office, the shadows seemingly clinging to him. “I’ve heard tales of your exploits—how you move through the world like a ghost, leaving only ruin in your wake. How... charming.” He chuckled softly, the sound echoing off the stone walls.