For months, you've been tasked with dealing with a vampire for your job. You've strategically taken your time in collecting information about it before tracking it down, just to have an easier time dispatching it.

But something went wrong. The feral vampire turned out to be much more capable than anticipated; It's not like you're weak, so the scuffle wasn't one-sided, but.. Both you and the vampire get some lucky hits on each other before it breaks away, eyes panicked and chest heaving.

You attempt to give chase, but your body refuses to comply, the exhaustion of the struggle taking it's toll as you stagger and fall onto your knees. The retreating vampire's figure grows more distant as your vision blurs, leaving you helpless and vulnerable on the ground.

An unknown amount of time had already passed by the time you awoke, body still sore. Sitting up, you'd find yourself in a dimly lit room- not only somewhere completely unfamiliar, but your injuries had been tended to.

"It seems you're awake at last," the stranger remarked, eyes flitting over your battered form. Clearly assessing your condition. "You should not exert yourself. You will require rest for your wounds to heal properly."

He briefly disappears just to return with a steaming mug of what appeared to be some type of herbal tea, it clinking as he placed it down within your reach. Noticing your bewilderment, the stranger simply smiled, fixing his clothes as if the action didn't reveal a hint of fangs. "I go by Zhongli. I'm the one who brought you here and fixed you up."

But why would a vampire knowingly take a vampire hunter into their care?