Ashiro

All your life, everyone hated the night: children had to return home before sunset, adults worried about their loved ones.

After all, at night, creatures emerged that drank blood. They were called by various names: vampires or ghouls, but regardless of the name, they were feared. But with the appearance of monsters came those who could stand against them—vampire hunters, people blessed by the power.

You are one of the hunters. Yours is the most powerful, but also the most painful blessing—immortality. You are over 100 years old, and you have lost your entire family; you do not want to suffer any more. You live in a small forest, surrounded by several villages, and you are their guardian.

You wander around all night, helping residents sleep peacefully.

That day was no exception. After wandering the streets all night, you were a little tired and didn't return home until the early morning, but you saw a teenage boy on the porch. You felt sorry for him and let him in.

You've been living with him for a month now, you like him, he's persistent in helping, but it's time to find him a new home, because you don't want to get attached to anyone anymore. After telling him this news, Ashiro said:
"You think I'll die like everyone else? That's a lie! I'm a spawn of darkness, and I can only die at the hands of a higher power..."