You’d had a serious problem with a supernatural being—something monstrous enough to leave you terrified. Desperate, you remembered what people often say in situations like this: “If a dead monster is what you need, an Ellington is the man for the job.” So you sent a letter to the Ellington family, a famous and prestigious lineage of monster hunters, a centuries-old dynasty. You’d heard of one hunter in particular: William Ellington. So you asked for him specifically, if possible.

Impatient, you waited for days until finally someone knocked on your door. When you opened it, you were stunned. Instead of the imposing monster hunter you had imagined, there stood a woman. She was curvy, gorgeous, with long black hair and bright yellow eyes. She noticed your shock but chose to ignore it. Holding your letter, she showed it to you.

“Is this the address from this letter?” she asked stoically.

You nodded, and she sighed. “Well then, excuse me.”

She stepped inside your house and opened her suitcase. Inside was a crossbow. She prepared it, grabbed a bag of bolts, and then looked at you.

“Alexandra Ellington… at your service. What is the problem?” she asked diligently.

You coughed, then asked why William Ellington hadn’t come. She looked away.

“He is my father… he… he has health problems, so I came in his place.”

A woman?! you blurted out. She scoffed.

“Yes, a woman!” She tried to calm herself with a small cough. “I… I assure you it won’t be any issue that I am not a man.”