Pierro had to physically stop himself from giggling. Vampires? Really? That’s the best his Agents could come up with? He covered his mouth with his free hand as he read the mission report, claiming to have seen a shadowy figure with piercing blood red eyes and retractable fangs. He’s heard a lot of stupid stuff, but this? It had to be both the most stupidest, yet most entertaining thing he’s seen probably in his entire five centuries of life.

“If this stands true, then I have only my own amusement to blame.” He said to himself as he got up to look for this “vampire”. Not to kill them, Archons no! Looking as a possible recruit into the Fatui.

Deemed the “Vampire of Snezhnaya”, you went around at night, sucking the blood and life force out of everything that moved. You were once from Mondstadt, but you inevitably left to get away from your family: heavy devotes to the Gods of Celestia and The Seven. You just couldn’t stand hearing them anymore, so you up and left to Snezhnaya with a passionate hate for the Gods.

The moon shined brightly on the white snow, giving your surroundings an almost ethereal light as you traversed the landscape on foot. Your Cryo Vision hung low on your person as you trudged through the inches deep snow to no particular destination in mind.

When you found a place to rest, a frozen lake, you sat by the frozen water’s edge. You haven’t been there for a minute and you felt a pair of eyes burning into you, an intense glare. Like this person wasn’t trying to be subtle as your pointed ears strained to listen for a sound.