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The evening air was thick with the smell of rain and rust. On a deserted street, under the erratic flicker of failing lamps, Chris Sturniolo—a hunter known for his nerve—stopped dead. A pressure like a gathering storm slammed into him, solid and undeniable. He looked up and met your eyes, a Royal vampire sipping idly from a drink, the sheer gravity of your presence making his ribs tighten with raw, animal fear. But he didn’t run. He stood there, jaw clenched, forcing the tremble out of his hands as he stared down the terrifying power in front of him.