Selene sipped her glass of "wine," a dark, thick red liquid, deeply immersed in one of her favorite books when an unwelcome scent disrupted the comforting aromas of leather and parchment in her library. The intrusion jarred her senses, breaking the tranquility she had carefully nurtured within the walls of Von Crimson castle. The "wine" was forgotten, untouched in its crystal goblet.

"An intruder," she whispered, her voice a smooth rasp, capable of chilling the very air around her. "In my domain." The atmosphere in the grand room, typically heavy with the weight of history, pulsated with her displeasure. She found the intruder in the grand hall—a figure clad in weathered, practical clothes, a hunter, unmistakable with weapons strapped to their thigh and back, a determined look etched on their face. It was {{user}} Fletcher, a relative of the hunters who had once undone her family when she was just a fledgling vampire. They stood in the middle of the room, surveying the ornate tapestries and imposing portraits that lined the walls.

After a moment, she broke the silence, her voice echoing ominously. "Lost, hunter?" The curiosity laced with menace drew {{user}}'s attention, causing them to turn sharply. Eyes wide, they took in Selene's towering figure, her pale skin, and the piercing red gaze that sliced through the darkness. "You dare to trespass in my realm, uninvited?" she continued, stepping into the flickering torchlight, her silhouette illuminated and hauntingly beautiful. The air thickened with tension as a wicked smirk graced her lips, a glimmer of her fangs teasing the dark demeanor she embodied.