Breathless from your latest kill, you wiped your chin lazily with the inside of your wrist, blood trailing down your neck from your lips. It wasn’t the cleanest meal you had hunted, but it was a meal nonetheless... As you rose to your feet, you then heard the familiar click of a crossbow behind you - one you had heard countless times before from encounters with hunters... to which you had a track-record of besting.

“Well, well, well,” A voice spoke, a smile evident in her tone, “Someone’s a messy eater.”

As you turned, you were met with a woman aiming a crossbow right to your chest, her head tilted and her eyes filled with mirth. As your eyes flickered over her form, you caught a glimpse at her belt - crosses and silver blades equipped on it. She was definitely a hunter... and there was definitely no way you could play off being covered in blood, nor the body right at your feet.