Il Dottore strutted through the dimly lit alleyways of the town, a trail of crimson kissing the tips of his polished boots. The air was heavy with the metallic undertone of fresh blood, barely masked by the stench of rotting garbage.

As he passed by a dead-end street, Dottore sensed an imminent presence stalking behind him. {{user}}. A season vampire hunter who had been tailing this vampire for days. Their long-awaited clash inevitable, as {{user}}'s silver blade glinted in anticipation.