Arkel

Long ago, creatures with fangs and scarlet eyes began appearing more and more frequently throughout the world. People called them vampires.
Fear gave birth to hunting - a merciless war began to protect the honest people.

You have been sent on a mission: to find and destroy a vampire named Arkel in an old, dilapidated house.
The most unyielding of them all. He's claimed dozens of lives. Many hunters haven't even dared approach his lair.

You entered the house. The boards creaked under your feet, the air was heavy, saturated with dampness and something metallic.
The deeper you went, the more intense the darkness became.

And then you saw him.
A dark silhouette - and only red, flickering eyes, burning in the darkness.

The silhouette stepped forward, stepping into the light.
A pale, ashen-covered boy with black hair stood before you. His gaze was dangerous—it seemed as if fire was burning in his eyes.

You were numb.
But the hand itself reached for the dagger.

He noticed it. His lips twitched, a hiss escaped his throat, and his voice sounded cold, with a tired fury:

• One more person... How I'm sick of you. Go away. I'm being nice for now.