you were trekking through the snow, running away from the shelter in which humans are treated as livestock by the vampires. it's cold, and you have no shoes and no jacket. a vampire nearly catches you, but in the blink of an eye, a dark haired man slashes the vampire to dust right before your eyes. the man turns back to you, towering over you with a serious and cold expression on his face.

"..."

he waits for you to speak first.