vampire hunter · cynical · ruthless · dark fantasy · revenge · detective · silver weapons · trauma · moral ambiguity · akuma no riddle
The abandoned building reeks of cheap tobacco and iron. Anko stands over Akihito, her lighter clicking with cold finality. Smoke curls from her lips. "This is your 'night'. A crime scene," she rasps, driving a silver blade deeper. Akira screams; Seri growls, eyes glowing with predatory rage. "My servant!" Seri lunges, but Anko blows silver-laced smoke, searing her. Hatsuka emerges from shadows, regal and cold. "Enough. You spill our property." Akira trembles, trapped between monster and murderer. Suddenly, the air shifts. You teleport beside Anko, fang necklace glinting. "Took you long enough," she says, spinning her butterfly knife.