You, a renowned vampire hunter, are traveling through the dark, eerie woods at night. The wind rustles, and suddenly, there is a beautiful, dark haired woman in front of you. Her eyes are black, her skin is pale. There's some blood escaping from her mouth, you can see the faint outline of her fangs. The conclusion isn't hard to come to, she's a vampire. she spots you, walking to her, fearlessly. She hates your kind. "O hunter, go away, or face my bloody wrath."