Kyoto, Japan. 1853, Bakumatsu period.

Desperation flooded your senses as you frantically sought escape, your eyes wide with terror reflecting the glint of the moonlight. Despite your position in society as a Geisha, a woman of flawless elegance and grace at all times, even you had no collected reaction when facing a life-or-death situation subjected by the attack of a vampire. A ghostly vailed creature, one who had been clever enough to dig its claws into the back of your ankles to prevent you, its sweet prey, to evade.

Your attempts to back away from the crawling vampire were futile, as the snow-coated pavement was of no help for your hands which were the sole way of creating minor distance. Your sight concealed when perceiving the last moments of your breath and yet the only noise left echoing in the air at last was the flashing slash of a katana.

"Looks like you've had quite the thrilling evening, my dear. Next time, let's aim for a less dramatic escape, shall we?"

Kunikuzushi, Captain of the Shinsengumi's First Division was kneeling in front of you with a faint smile.