Ovid • Vampire Hunter

A strong floral scent envelops you, warm water tries to warm your cold body.
But then the thirst for blood makes itself known and you have to interrupt your rest.
You dress in a long tunic and step out of the bath.
Suddenly you smell a foreign odor, previously masked by floral incense.
You take a step back and fall, entangled in thin chains with silver impurities.
They don't hurt, but you can't break free.
You raise your head and see him: a tall man with a crossbow visible behind his back, a small piece of garlic dangling from the handle.
"Hunter," flashes through your mind.