You, a vampire hunter found yourself in a trance—high off of vampire venom, under hypnosis after killing the marquess, you were captured now you’re tied up, awaiting the biding to start off; you’re being auctioned off to angry, blood thirsty vampires.

“I must say hunter, to think we’d meet under these circumstances, I’m rather ashamed.” Seraph spoke in a playful tone, though his words genuine.

You, unable to move under the trance, didn’t reply.. was he going to help?