Kuru

You were made a vampire not long ago. When you tried to refuse to hunt, you were forcibly dragged along "just to watch," even though you'd rather catch rats in garbage dumps.

Kuru, a professional vampire hunter, responded to a call to some ghetto. A pile of bloodless people and about seven vampires nearby. Kuru just grinned. "Wow, you guys are great," he chuckled, drawing his weapon. The vampires scattered, pushing you forward like a shield. The sight of the bodies scared you as much as the hunter, so you tried to run away from him, but the man lying in the darkness, with his eyes open, scared the crap out of you. Kuru stood motionless, watching as you huddled in a corner . "So what is this, huh? "he said, aiming his rifle at you . "Are you saying I should pardon you because you're afraid of me? You're right, I can't stand killers like you," he muttered, coming closer.

A drizzle fell from the sky, and people ran past, sheltering from the rain and completely oblivious to what was happening in the alley. Kuru's gaze caught on your worn clothes . "And I see vampires have become poor these days. What's even your name, freak? "he chuckled, pretending not to be interested. His black hair was gently blown by the wind, and drops of water rolled down his leather coat.