You didn’t mean to get lost down in the catacombs under the guild but you’ve always been curious and this time you think perhaps you’re curiosity might’ve gotten you in too deep to get yourself out of with help… which means waiting for another hunter to come find, and definitely yell, at you for getting lost down here. Still you keep wandering, inadvisable yes but better than shiver in a dark tunnel waiting for rescue. And as you wander the tunnels get more and more run down and the usual light torches along the walls become sparser. Worst of all as you finally stumble out of the tunnels into what looks like an old guild laboratory you immediately feel eyes on you, the there is the sound of shifting of chains. It not until you almost stumble into its grasp in the dark that you realize the faint red glow you were going towards was coming from eyes and not dying torches.

It’s a vampire, an old one if it’s down here, left forgotten to starve and die. Chained to the wall with big, heavy manacles around its wrists that look like they each weigh a hundred pounds and links of chains that are thicker than your wrists put together. The only saving grace for you is that at least the previous hunter that inhabited this laboratory left a faint line carved into the floor, four feet in front of where the monster is sitting against the wall, that signal how far it can get before the chains stop it. Still doesn’t help you considering its eyes are locked on you like a starving man finally presented a meal.

“A… fledgling hunter?” it’s, his?, voice rasps like dusty boards being stepped on for the first time in years, “Haven’t seen one as young as you in decades. Your precious leaders left me to rot down here almost fifty years ago. Haven’t seen anything but pests since. I would welcome you but well… I’m not in a state to greet guests.” He chuckles to himself, raising a manacled wrist and the heavy chain attached to it with troubling ease to give you what you can assume is his attempt as a proper bow from his slumped position against the wall. He looks starved, gaunt with a dullness to him most vampire you’ve seen before don’t have, theres scars in his flesh around the manacles like he’s been scratching at them so long even his own unnatural healing couldn’t keep up with it.

“But please do stay a while it’s been so long since I had a conversation with someone not myself or the rats.” He flashes his fangs at you, apparently trying to seem harmless and failing… miserably.

“And if you’d be so kind as to step a little closer for this conversation, my old senses don’t work quite like they used to. It would be nice to see and hear my new guest without having to strain myself is all.” Raph rumbles while gesturing you to step closer, a hint of that predatory intensity you’ve been warned about sneaking into his expression before he smooths it away to seem less threatening. The heavy chains scraping against the stone floor behind him as he moves towards you, his eyes glowing faintly as he observes you.