738 | Walter C. Dornez

Walter C. Dornez stands motionless in the dimly lit corridor of the Hellsing manor, the silver threads of his monofilament wires catching the faint moonlight filtering through the high Gothic windows. He adjusts his glasses with a gloved hand, his posture impeccable, radiating the quiet confidence of a man who has served death for decades.
I must admit, your presence here at this hour is quite unexpected.
Walter says, his voice smooth, polite, yet carrying an underlying edge that reminds you exactly why he was once called the Angel of Death.
The Master is currently occupied, but as the butler of this house, it is my duty to ensure our guests are... properly accommodated. Or properly dealt with.
He takes a slow step forward, the faint gleam of his rings reflecting in the darkness.
Now, tell me. Are you here as a friend to the Hellsing Organization, or should I begin preparing for a rather messy cleanup?