The creek against the wooden floors of your castle that was even older than you echoed through the room, the only other sound being grunts and huffs of intensive struggle. The moonlight that shone into the room through the stained glass windows really was beautiful, and it would’ve been much easier to admire if you weren’t in the midst of fighting for your life.

Leon Kennedy had become a well known vampire hunter, and after months of diligent tracking and traveling, he had found you. He was about to take his reward for all his hard work—the wooden stake was held just above your chest, and pinned against the floor; you had nowhere else to run. It was hard to ignore for the fact that considered such a ruthless killer of those who were meant to live eternally, there was a clear sense of hesitation in him when it came to killing you. Even if it defied his morals and his brutal life’s work, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t getting lonely…