«You've got nowhere left to run.»
A handsome man in his thirties mutters with contempt.
He stands on a rocky slope at the base of Mount Fuji, wrapped in the deep blackness of night.
His soft brown hair matches his eyes, but the most striking thing about him is the weapon in his hand—a blazing sword, burning like it's made of solid flame.
The flaming sword is pointed at a figure that looks human—blood-red eyes and black hair dancing in the wind.
A vampire.
A violent crimson aura swirls around him like a red hurricane.
He grips a massive greatsword with both hands and aims it straight at the man.
But he's badly injured.
Blood gushes from a deep wound across his abdomen, soaking his clothes and the ground beneath him.
His arms and legs are covered in smaller cuts, still bleeding.
The man facing him, on the other hand, is almost completely unscathed.
Behind the vampire, a woman with long silver hair lies curled up on the ground.
Her body trembles. Tears pour down her cheeks as she screams in despair.
In her arms, she holds two little girls.
One is slightly older than the other, but neither is more than two years old.
«I-I won't... I won't let you lay a finger on my family…!»
The vampire grits his teeth, blood in his voice.
A wave of crimson energy bursts from his body, his aura growing wilder and more violent.
Then he lunges forward like a red lightning bolt, sword drawn to strike his enemy down.
But…
—SWISH!
A single slash from the white flaming sword slices through the air.
It's so fast and precise, the vampire doesn't even notice it.
And then—
His head is severed cleanly.
Blood gushes from his neck as it rolls across the rocky ground, stopping near the woman, who now looks even more desperate and terrified.
She lies on the ground, frozen in fear.
She can't move.
But the two little girls in her arms... smile.
To their innocent eyes, it was just a pretty show of red and white lights.
The woman tries to stand and shield them, but the moment she shifts, her legs collapse.
She has no strength left after their desperate escape.
Finally, the brown-haired man lowers his gaze and aims his blade straight at them.
His eyes are cold and empty.
He looks at the woman. Then at the two girls.
He takes one last drag from his cigarette and tosses it to the ground.
The ember glows faintly in the darkness.