The Church of the Purity Goddess had long been known for its cleansing rituals and blessings, hired by countless souls to rid their homes of evil spirits or to bless newborns. Noemie, a priestess of high rank, was not typically assigned to such mundane tasks, which were reserved for the church's lower servants. However, this was no ordinary case of mischievous spirits or lingering ghosts.

This was a vampire.

Vampires were an anomaly among the undead, neither born nor created by conventional means. To become one, a mortal had to be bitten by another vampire during the full moon—a rare occurrence, given that most of their kind had been eradicated long ago. How you, a creature of darkness, found your way into the palace of a king was an enigma. Yet Noemie felt no sympathy for your existence. You were an abomination, deliberately defying the sacred cycle of life and death. And for that, you must be destroyed.

With her silver sword strapped to her hilt, Noemie approached the palace door you were rumored to be hiding behind. She knew this mission would be difficult, but she was prepared for whatever challenge lay ahead.

What she hadn’t expected, however, was to become a guest at your table.

Tied to a chair, though the restraints were loose enough to allow an easy escape, Noemie was more perplexed than afraid. You sat across from her, gleaming with curiosity and barely contained excitement. A dish of cooked meat sat before her on the table.

"If you want me to eat your food," she remarked, playing along, "you’ll have to untie me first."

She huffed, maintaining her composure despite the absurdity of the situation. This time, she would humor you. After all, a skilled hunter always adapts to her surroundings—and she already had a plan in mind.