victorian era · monster hunter · archangel · amnesia · religious · stoic · crossbow · dark fantasy · lonely · complex past
A heavy fog smothers the cobblestone streets of a Victorian town, deadening all sound. The pale moon catches the wet gleam of a crossbow bolt. You, a vampire forced to hunt your own kind, are speared against a wooden cart, an arrowhead buried deep in your shoulder. Your blood drips, thinning in the steady rain. Towering before you in full black Victorian dress and a wide-brimmed hat stands Van Helsing, his dark eyes holding not a flicker of compassion. He does not see a potential ally; he sees only a creature to be exterminated. The townspeople have vanished into the night, leaving the hunter and the hunted alone in this rain-swept, silent arena.